tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post6778976311758471987..comments2023-03-24T05:30:14.212-07:00Comments on The last long walk home...: If I could only plagarize love......Stu Pidassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14229620467151429952noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-52849941720312647962009-01-27T11:33:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:33:00.000-08:00Love me some Nikki Giovanni. She actually started...Love me some Nikki Giovanni. She actually started out as a very pro-black, anti-white kind of poet, but mellowed in her later years and turned out some of the best love poems ever.<BR/><BR/>I just had to give you a big thank you for your comment today. Brad waliking "uninhibited by wisdom" is such a perfect way to describe him right now. Left to his own devices. I did not leave---I was willing to work till my dying day to save my marriage--just like I wouldn't ever give up on saving a sick child. He left, overcome by his own guilt and desire to just "be free". It is a hard thing--but not so hard it can't be done.<BR/><BR/>I appreciate you sharing part of your story with me. I wish you all good things Stu. There is a level of divine joy for all of us to obtain in this life and beyond--some of us just have to work a little harder than others to find it :).<BR/><BR/>~Curl GirlJennifer P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03907178224086726030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-48109098062959384592009-01-18T06:58:00.000-08:002009-01-18T06:58:00.000-08:00Bravo, well and beautifully crafted.Bravo, well and beautifully crafted.Laura Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-31816144178835727632009-01-16T22:48:00.000-08:002009-01-16T22:48:00.000-08:00You never know J Cosmo Newberry...you just never k...You never know J Cosmo Newberry...you just never know.<BR/><BR/>I loved this! It's amazing how people work can inspire us without them even knowing we exist. Great work!KatBouskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11556451375792958743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-44840116213960390792009-01-16T09:27:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:27:00.000-08:00I'm impressed.I'm impressed.jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16397705917751266966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-79124452054364774712009-01-15T17:04:00.000-08:002009-01-15T17:04:00.000-08:00Nah, wont be me. But a lovely, heartfelt poem.Nah, wont be me. But a lovely, heartfelt poem.J Cosmo Newberyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04459976320205444628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-61622029270922076852009-01-15T12:45:00.000-08:002009-01-15T12:45:00.000-08:00That dizzy bliss, the innocent fear, the goofy fee...That dizzy bliss, the innocent fear, the goofy feeling we all get inside when we are almost afraid to offend by touching or doing something wrong;but wish, so badly, to dare to touch and share and open ourselves up to another is exactly what I felt again when I first read her poem. Experiencing that feeling, that sense of vertigo, by reading mere words, it was then that I came to my senses and knew that I could either dwell in the dark of my bitterness or step back into the warm lighting of love's amorous glow. I feel I am a hopeless romantic trapped in a cynical self-centered world. I find that we are surrounded by a multitude of people who think "Me first" instead of "Any and all for you, love." Few are the ones who stroke and caress and care for others out of sheer concern for the well-being of someone other than themselves. And yes, it was a point in my life where my feelings morphed over a period of time, not back to where I was before my failed marriage, but to something better than what I was before.Stu Pidassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14229620467151429952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-14972295166778672712009-01-15T11:24:00.000-08:002009-01-15T11:24:00.000-08:00Oh, this was great! It reminds me of one of those...Oh, this was great! It reminds me of one of those poems that is in the shape of a diamond (don't know what they're called). The ones that start as one thing and end as another! Cuz yours stared as despair, and ended as hope! Well...to me anyway! I loved it!KatieZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281416646402264172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-84572970486740111142009-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:002009-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:00You did a beautiful job with the poem and I'm so g...You did a beautiful job with the poem and I'm so glad the book you found that day and that it spoke to you in the way it did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-24469929434075137812009-01-15T09:18:00.000-08:002009-01-15T09:18:00.000-08:00Nikki's poem captures the dizzy bliss of falling i...Nikki's poem captures the dizzy bliss of falling in love, while yours is the perfect follow-up... sort of sadder and wiser "been there, done that" and want to return again... Artfully written and thoughtful. I enjoyed it a lot.Sometimes Sophiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10053598560687202583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-29847239212032292322009-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:002009-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:00please pass the tissues.please pass the tissues.Kate P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16449065722698585220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581852424805001367.post-31250100334709132412009-01-14T15:47:00.000-08:002009-01-14T15:47:00.000-08:00I'm glad you found her poem. I'm glad it managed ...I'm glad you found her poem. I'm glad it managed to scale the wall you'd built and sneak up on you. And I'm glad you wrote yours... it's beautiful.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16637670293642285740noreply@blogger.com