tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post4949534654729604481..comments2023-11-07T07:53:32.305+11:00Comments on The Passionate Crone (poetry): AgainRosemary Nissen-Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-48173817625722230262016-08-08T22:29:13.022+10:002016-08-08T22:29:13.022+10:00Rosemary, you have juxtaposed loss and renewal so ...Rosemary, you have juxtaposed loss and renewal so effortlessly, this poem is a shinning jewel<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-47790260102465295422016-08-07T11:47:54.839+10:002016-08-07T11:47:54.839+10:00The coming of Spring is my dark time too, August t...The coming of Spring is my dark time too, August to September, your poem gave me connection, empathy. Thank you. Sarah St Vincent Welchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05778995457371106915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-63265161230331072632016-08-07T11:16:52.873+10:002016-08-07T11:16:52.873+10:00This is so poignant and beautiful. The sadness is ...This is so poignant and beautiful. The sadness is so raw and honest.Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11810721515248103148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-73094692730047555662016-08-07T07:41:17.077+10:002016-08-07T07:41:17.077+10:00Sadness hued by beauty. Appreciate you sharing.Sadness hued by beauty. Appreciate you sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-27659256237747822202016-08-07T04:18:37.576+10:002016-08-07T04:18:37.576+10:00Ah sad. So human and vivid. Really well done. T...Ah sad. So human and vivid. Really well done. Thanks. K. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-12559036617163335212016-08-07T01:24:15.927+10:002016-08-07T01:24:15.927+10:00Oh this is sad and beautiful, my friend....the abs...Oh this is sad and beautiful, my friend....the absences so large they are presences, the hollowness, and hard to bear when the weather underscores the loss. I am happy you reach for chocolates and dvd's....I do the same........this is so beautifully written. It drew me in.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-13727048679587811952016-08-06T23:18:16.111+10:002016-08-06T23:18:16.111+10:00Thank you. I don't agree mine is better, Your ...Thank you. I don't agree mine is better, Your is very beautiful, and yes, the same sentiment.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-17230470674036371262016-08-06T23:12:19.647+10:002016-08-06T23:12:19.647+10:00The depth of emptiness and the longing to fill thi...The depth of emptiness and the longing to fill this space that is not fillable...this poem aches with such compassion and beauty, Rosemary...beautiful poem.Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-26817679385112509892016-08-06T22:20:30.144+10:002016-08-06T22:20:30.144+10:00FYI -- You might want to read this in September: h...FYI -- You might want to read this in September: http://susanspoetry.blogspot.com/2014/11/november-22nd.htmlSusanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-31104751814826062892016-08-06T22:15:46.217+10:002016-08-06T22:15:46.217+10:00I wrote a poem like this about November. Yours is...I wrote a poem like this about November. Yours is better. I LOVE this poem. We are whole despite the holes and the absent presences we feel even more when they cycle around like the moon and the sun. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-16223008438327149912016-08-06T19:36:38.110+10:002016-08-06T19:36:38.110+10:00Spring is a difficult time of year, which ever end...Spring is a difficult time of year, which ever end of the globe you reside in. Here the wind is blowing in the change, while the cold still sweeps up from the Antarctic.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-72702287935093648602016-08-06T17:51:53.796+10:002016-08-06T17:51:53.796+10:00Yes, indeed – in other months.Yes, indeed – in other months.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-3205460727566846532016-08-06T16:20:22.709+10:002016-08-06T16:20:22.709+10:00Ahhh August - I relate to these aching words - my ...Ahhh August - I relate to these aching words - my father left in August too ...so much love Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15506538737806033824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-6353194239689241982016-08-06T14:15:21.981+10:002016-08-06T14:15:21.981+10:00Oh..the emptiness. I feel the emptiness in that sp...Oh..the emptiness. I feel the emptiness in that space, tonight. It's why I'm up reading, after laying in my daughters bed to help her get to sleep....thank you Rosemary, for sharing such an intimate, sacred space. Stacie Eirichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13889951415294858821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-56686663189198607832016-08-06T13:46:03.857+10:002016-08-06T13:46:03.857+10:00Sometimes it helps to talk to them, to take them a...Sometimes it helps to talk to them, to take them along, walk on the same beach, still use the same restaurant, never let them go. You can still laugh at the fun times, still hold their hand for they can still be in your world.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-25376644465040553622016-08-06T13:30:03.897+10:002016-08-06T13:30:03.897+10:00it's as it were you're writing my feelings...it's as it were you're writing my feelings, Rosemary...that same coldness, absences yet the flowing never stops...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-53420484985934344062016-08-06T12:18:11.302+10:002016-08-06T12:18:11.302+10:00What a strong poem this is, Rosemary. I can feel ...What a strong poem this is, Rosemary. I can feel the sadness of this cruelest of months. I have to remember that August for you is winter as well, which doesn't help....due to the absence of light. Thankfully the Augusts of life do pass, and life continues on. Meanwhile, enjoy the chocolate as needed! (Smiles)Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.com