tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post8523361929032282828..comments2023-10-05T03:12:14.296-07:00Comments on poemette: night nods--unpoem---Monday Poetry Traingautami tripathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-39472972586354644372007-10-12T00:11:00.000-07:002007-10-12T00:11:00.000-07:00I love the idea of an "unpoem" - what...I love the idea of an "unpoem" - what's your definition?<br><br>As usual, great language.Danika / OpenChannelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06472222686878922186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-62552168977275537072007-10-09T16:31:00.000-07:002007-10-09T16:31:00.000-07:00'a yawn-as wide as darkness'love that imag...'a yawn-as wide as darkness'<br>love that image.<br>but now i am sleepy.<br><br>thanx for visitingJoy Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976987581528470589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-66468360173415408742007-10-09T03:16:00.000-07:002007-10-09T03:16:00.000-07:00A deep southern night with frogs croaking and owls...A deep southern night with frogs croaking and owls swooping. Primal.Brianhttp://hummingbunny.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-11338714254034557082007-10-08T18:42:00.000-07:002007-10-08T18:42:00.000-07:00'myriads of flowerbloom on muddy soil.pitch da...'myriads of flower<br>bloom on muddy soil.<br>pitch dark, the night nods'<br><br>I like the shift here from my imagining the blooms in daylight, to feeling the night descend. Also, using 'muddy' brings in prior rainfall. And all in a dozen words. Impressive!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392455413201190775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-78037098908534058232007-10-08T11:40:00.000-07:002007-10-08T11:40:00.000-07:00Intersting how you see the vegetal world comes to ...Intersting how you see the vegetal world comes to live in this, trying to attact us. And should not forget those pesty mosquitos!!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-12820418046994287342007-10-08T09:54:00.000-07:002007-10-08T09:54:00.000-07:00I'm with Ann. A place where both death, and th...I'm with Ann. A place where both death, and the last struggling remains of life are.Lisa Andelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15179973783013139285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-74006211775485350052007-10-08T08:59:00.000-07:002007-10-08T08:59:00.000-07:00Cool poem, Gautami, I got the feeling that the cal...Cool poem, Gautami, I got the feeling that the calender may say autumn but it still feels like summer, the flowers are still blooming and the mosquitos are still biting.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17968479919482739686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-28091323245141633482007-10-08T05:58:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:58:00.000-07:00Very nice Gautami! I also got the feeling of autum...Very nice Gautami! I also got the feeling of autumn, of things started to get mushy and rotted..in the good way! :)<br><br>Anna J. EvansAnna J. Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397240894645783388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-66910469640798244682007-10-08T05:03:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:03:00.000-07:00What a ride you've given us in this poem. Hope...What a ride you've given us in this poem. Hope you are well, Gautami.Don Iannonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01922412641433868679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820615718469502862.post-59127726136957870952007-10-08T04:58:00.000-07:002007-10-08T04:58:00.000-07:00black vines, muddy soil... I'm getting a feeli...black vines, muddy soil... I'm getting a feeling of destruction here, Gautami. Of... of autumn, of the growing season ending. <br><br>Very cool.Susan Helene Gottfriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869noreply@blogger.com