tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post4630607660899316703..comments2023-10-26T06:37:21.560-05:00Comments on The Shores of My Dreams: writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-49123989600870809272007-11-12T09:43:00.000-06:002007-11-12T09:43:00.000-06:00This poem brings me back to some lonely break ups....This poem brings me back to some lonely break ups. A hard moment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-2471889204997167432007-11-05T09:23:00.000-06:002007-11-05T09:23:00.000-06:00Thank you, Shakir. Your words touch my heart.Thank you, Shakir. Your words touch my heart.writerwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-82698559821043284562007-11-04T20:55:00.000-06:002007-11-04T20:55:00.000-06:00Dear Sara,As always your sorrow flows into the gre...Dear Sara,<BR/><BR/>As always your sorrow flows into the greater abstract....whole and intact , with grace and inviolable.<BR/><BR/> <BR/>shakircrimsonflawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16846132238371790709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-22316106325425129572007-11-03T16:46:00.000-05:002007-11-03T16:46:00.000-05:00Full of feelings, hurt and broken ones. I hope yo...Full of feelings, hurt and broken ones. I hope you're not actually there, Sarah.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13986014894382899336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-22807324409798639082007-11-01T16:20:00.000-05:002007-11-01T16:20:00.000-05:00Just something I thought of. You play a little wit...Just something I thought of. You play a little with fonts in your poems. How about enlargening some fonts more than others to suggest different feelings or attenuations?<BR/><BR/>Otherwise a very spare poem to suggest the emptiness after someone close has left.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-41904138379163295712007-11-01T10:09:00.000-05:002007-11-01T10:09:00.000-05:00hello love,i'd start from stanza 3.S. Thomas Summe...hello love,<BR/><BR/>i'd start from stanza 3.<BR/><BR/>S. Thomas SummersAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-31134850693099743342007-11-01T07:25:00.000-05:002007-11-01T07:25:00.000-05:00This feeling is very real to me. Is one of the wo...This feeling is very real to me. Is one of the worst. Very strong poem.Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660551089821141019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-16645898740892680482007-11-01T04:07:00.000-05:002007-11-01T04:07:00.000-05:00I understand the feeling of anguish and hurt you s...I understand the feeling of anguish and hurt you speak of in your poem - a desolate soul with no place to belong save the void. Sad but powerfully written, Sara.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com