tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post1885890094305477305..comments2023-12-13T03:19:15.138-08:00Comments on The Drift Record : Poetry Friday: Valentines and the LovelornUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-66882671671062197292015-02-16T21:43:32.747-08:002015-02-16T21:43:32.747-08:00This is a wonderful poem, celebrating a love that ...This is a wonderful poem, celebrating a love that lasts and lasts. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-36506753762700089022015-02-16T05:19:48.506-08:002015-02-16T05:19:48.506-08:00Stepping into the grass and moonlight, suspending ...Stepping into the grass and moonlight, suspending all cares... love this, Julie. (I shared a joint celebration of Friday the 13th and Valentine's Day this week too, but with a rather different outcome.)Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-71682586951776026542015-02-15T05:15:06.968-08:002015-02-15T05:15:06.968-08:00May every groaning lovelorn heart find a way to si...May every groaning lovelorn heart find a way to sing and swing!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-60295126564954099762015-02-14T04:42:00.630-08:002015-02-14T04:42:00.630-08:00What I like in this poem is that it's not sure...What I like in this poem is that it's not sure it really wants to step off the porch and leave the music --- strings ---<br />in the way an old floor sings?<br /><br />And don't you find yourself hearing the heavy groan and ache of the chains--as children do, on swings?Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-28081896221966491722015-02-13T09:28:27.764-08:002015-02-13T09:28:27.764-08:00oh, the weightlessness of things! Thank you for sh...oh, the weightlessness of things! Thank you for sharing, Julie!Irene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-8225236608394126412015-02-13T09:20:07.763-08:002015-02-13T09:20:07.763-08:00Thanks for introducing me to yet another poet -- I...Thanks for introducing me to yet another poet -- I sure hope there is indeed hope for the lovelorn . . . Happy V's Day to you!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-60447619027987779972015-02-13T09:19:58.658-08:002015-02-13T09:19:58.658-08:00I like how that poem goes from tired, squeaky floo...I like how that poem goes from tired, squeaky floors to children on swings. Lifts my heart!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-69237398110938190902015-02-13T06:05:44.370-08:002015-02-13T06:05:44.370-08:00Perhaps there's hope for the lovelorn?
"...Perhaps there's hope for the lovelorn? <br /><br />"To smile at the weightlessness of things" <br /><br />Perhaps?<br /><br />I'm not familiar with Todd Boss's work, but I'm off to check it out. I found the placement of breaks between lines and stanzas fascinating. <br /><br />CathyCathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08233792477358685156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-78590768649271329702015-02-13T05:36:15.348-08:002015-02-13T05:36:15.348-08:00"that ache in common places" packs a pun..."that ache in common places" packs a punch for me. I like this one. Thanks for sharing it today!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.com