tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post1803339565638138662..comments2023-12-13T03:19:15.138-08:00Comments on The Drift Record : Poetry Friday: A Poem I Wish I'd Written Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-90825349102587661682017-02-12T05:56:13.472-08:002017-02-12T05:56:13.472-08:00A whole world comes to life by the naming of its p...A whole world comes to life by the naming of its particulars. Yup.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-74122547031741165142017-02-11T05:40:44.364-08:002017-02-11T05:40:44.364-08:00I was a horse person long ago, now have a friend w...I was a horse person long ago, now have a friend with horses and a stable. She will love the thought of heaven in a "mucker fog." New to me, Julie. Thank you! Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-40643701370629833672017-02-10T16:46:43.137-08:002017-02-10T16:46:43.137-08:00Nice. Many unfamiliar words, but it didn't ma...Nice. Many unfamiliar words, but it didn't matter because they sounded so good!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-37544775916673681572017-02-10T12:35:12.003-08:002017-02-10T12:35:12.003-08:00Those last two lines are fabulous. I feel like I n...Those last two lines are fabulous. I feel like I need a dictionary to fully grasp the others. So much language, a whole way of life, is vanishing.Brenda at FriendlyFairyTaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13368709489341876324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-11711730320944256132017-02-10T11:41:38.079-08:002017-02-10T11:41:38.079-08:00Thank you for sharing. Reading this poem is like e...Thank you for sharing. Reading this poem is like entering a journey to another world.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-38526256802223436352017-02-10T06:47:29.862-08:002017-02-10T06:47:29.862-08:00Thanks for sharing, Julie. I love it: the images o...Thanks for sharing, Julie. I love it: the images of poverty, of deprivation and then the glorious last one ringing with hope--"And the God of imagination waking in a Mucker fog."Alice Ninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302512837699702430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-48164443060507564302017-02-10T05:28:43.039-08:002017-02-10T05:28:43.039-08:00Each time I read this poem and come to the line ab...Each time I read this poem and come to the line about imagination and Mucker fog, I'm thrilled. Glad you enjoed the poem, too, Irene. Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-89711765397763113442017-02-10T05:12:00.159-08:002017-02-10T05:12:00.159-08:00Hi Julie, I also love the possibility contained in...Hi Julie, I also love the possibility contained in those "if" and "die happy" words. :) And that final image of the God of imagination waking in a Mucker fog is apt and beautiful. Thank you for sharing. xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.com