tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post114974544076181009..comments2023-11-02T05:15:12.724-06:00Comments on On Bright Street: Questioning myself after meeting somebody really great--a flash poem (and a record that skips) for DaleneUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1150478310216502322006-06-16T11:18:00.000-06:002006-06-16T11:18:00.000-06:00Melody, thank you! I'm always happy to find a muse...Melody, thank you! I'm always happy to find a muse, and you're right, she's a great one.Geohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13928364622023202837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1150339635484031442006-06-14T20:47:00.000-06:002006-06-14T20:47:00.000-06:00Love the poem. Whatever state you were in, it work...Love the poem. Whatever state you were in, it worked magic. And you're not the first to be moved to write by the amazing compulsive writer. ..she is a treasure.Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17578288091007729306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1150132487897668962006-06-12T11:14:00.000-06:002006-06-12T11:14:00.000-06:00c.w.: Oh, they were mostly of thee embarrassingly ...c.w.: Oh, they were mostly of thee embarrassingly neurotic and self-critiquing variety. Extensive sleep deprivation + disdain of my own shyness = the occasional who-am-I-anyway finger-wagging session. My stream-of-consciousness "poem" was mainly me coming out of that murky moment, and finding my sense of humor again. If I can laugh at myself, things are good.<BR/><BR/>You're so nice to call it a stanza! Don't encourage me!<BR/><BR/>Yes, indeed, another rendezvous is in order--here, there, or anywhere. I find that the stars can be pretty accomodating . . . .Geohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13928364622023202837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1149972902704022202006-06-10T14:55:00.000-06:002006-06-10T14:55:00.000-06:00Now you've got me curious about the questions you ...Now you've got me curious about the questions you were asking yourself.<BR/><BR/>I failed to mention my favorite is the third stanza.<BR/><BR/>And I'm so happy that you got over your shyness long enough to come visit--you are much more brave than I was.<BR/><BR/>But now we've finally met, I'm going to invite myself to your house sometime. Whenever the stars align...dalenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1149869946197732712006-06-09T10:19:00.000-06:002006-06-09T10:19:00.000-06:00I really should have sandwiched POEM in quotation ...I really should have sandwiched POEM in quotation marks because it was a caprice, a bleary-eyed five minutes' break from my printing. I got that Michael Jackson line stuck in my head: "I'm a lover, not a fighter", and it just kept recreating itself in response to the questions I asked myself after leaving your house. <BR/><BR/>I am glad I ventured over to your neck of the woods for company and honeysuckers. You are made of wonderful stuff, and you've picked up another beyond-the-blog-and-in-person fan for your fan club. <BR/><BR/>But I have concluded for the brazillionth time in my life that I have a problem with shyness. I think it's time to get over that. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing you with me.Geohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13928364622023202837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236210.post-1149820471875638432006-06-08T20:34:00.000-06:002006-06-08T20:34:00.000-06:00The feeling is mutual.Thanks again--DaleneThe feeling is mutual.<BR/><BR/>Thanks again--<BR/><BR/>Dalenedalenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371noreply@blogger.com