Description: I found a comment the other day by Sandburg about When the Sky Needs Clouds. He wrote "Sometimes I think that your work in concentrated and then reconstituted with the writer's own tears." Maybe that's why my poems are so short; they're freeze dried. Thanks Sandburg.
yes, thanks Dave for inspiring Amy. this is a great poem. the title is very interesting. made me want to read it even before I saw it's a poem by you. original poem and great images. very well done, Amy. your poems are always a nice way to start the day.
very cool amy... i love the concept here, exactly how i'm writing at the moment.. dry for so long then feelings just overwhelm and it all spills out... i really like the way your poems are so short... my attention is failing and anyway, too many words just muddy their own intent...
what a cool image, words tucked away on some shelf, filled with words, only to be "reconstituted" with your tears when they are taken down and released from the jar! very cool indeed! this kind of makes me think of the poem i wrote "blue of a sadness," which i think i may re-post. i adore your "instant poem." but then again, i adore most of what you write!
I left that comment so long ago I would have forgotten it. Nice use of it. Now I also left Cat a comment on Blue of a Sadness, have to see if she can work that in! Just logged on after getting home from vacation, lots to catch up on, here and everywhere! later, Dave
Seems cool to me. You owe Sandburg for this one. He gave you the core idea and the best word, "reconstituting". But then, the metaphor seems a bit flawed when over-analyzed. It seems that your poetic subjects would bring your tears to life, not vie versa. I suppose that your tears could reconstitute old issues by soaking them with the depression of a more current, unrelated pain. This would be like when my friends wife gets upset about the house being dirty, flips out, and then brings up old things from the past like the pain is still fresh, but obviously isn't. So you're sad about ;;;;;oops, gotta go to a meeting. Bye!
This describes the ideas in the back of my head. I'll think of something, forget it, and two or three weeks later remember it with more emotion/feelings to add to it. I love the comparison. Great job. -blt
just add water - hee hee! there was this comedian a few years back named steven wright-a cornucopia of non-sequiters. one i remember was 'i bought some instant water at the store, but i don't know what to add..." :-)
Alas! That my forgotten words evaporate though I don't know where. Maybe someday I'll find it in the Land of the Forgotten Words. I wonder what they'll say to me?? Will they want to come back? Or are they happy where they are? And happy forgotten?... Rather then being posted on a website and looked up, examined, frowned upon, scrutinized and proclaimed under categories "Great Write" or "This is bad" I wonder how the words feel when other words categorise them as such? Do they say, "You are Words Yourself, how dare you put us in some box." I think I've gotten carried away... I haven't read your works for a while and now I'm back - it's intoxicating and now I feel happily drunk.