tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post7266983876695619939..comments2024-03-19T05:26:04.770-04:00Comments on A Year of Reading: Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations.19Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-486888379219532062013-04-22T10:21:03.821-04:002013-04-22T10:21:03.821-04:00Mary Lee, your swimming pool memory speaks to me i...Mary Lee, your swimming pool memory speaks to me in such a visceral and personal way-- thanks so much for sharing. All three of these poems are incredible, and made all the more so with the sound of ocean waves lapping in the background. What an amazing celebration of National Poetry Month!Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-33756541055042470732013-04-22T09:58:40.454-04:002013-04-22T09:58:40.454-04:00Carol, you really captured the innocence, fearless...Carol, you really captured the innocence, fearlessness, and entrancing wonder that comes from being five. And reading this as an adult, as a mother... just takes my breath away.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-9580335614076403212013-04-22T09:42:42.795-04:002013-04-22T09:42:42.795-04:00Kevin, your poem swept me away... just beautiful.....Kevin, your poem swept me away... just beautiful...Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-17009878673900548262013-04-21T16:32:27.365-04:002013-04-21T16:32:27.365-04:00You captured feelings and memories that so many of...You captured feelings and memories that so many of us can relate to...and did it beautifully! Even if we never swam (I loved it) - we can all connect with the idea of our reverie being broken by reality.Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-65846723584168687312013-04-21T11:27:42.909-04:002013-04-21T11:27:42.909-04:00I've really enjoyed your poems this month, Mar...I've really enjoyed your poems this month, Mary Lee. Thanks for them!<br /><br />Your poem helped remind me of being lost in the moment, that feeling of being so absorbed in something that I lose track of time. Reverie. How much of what we learn, of who we become, gets created in these moments?<br /><br />Thanks!Steve Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06793183473454298123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-23960671989338421582013-04-20T11:24:46.772-04:002013-04-20T11:24:46.772-04:00Mary Lee, your poem reminds me of my days at the p...Mary Lee, your poem reminds me of my days at the pool. Been a wacky crazy week. An author visit yesterday.Jonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04299647754479967070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-47138145495308430592013-04-19T14:12:12.594-04:002013-04-19T14:12:12.594-04:00Mary Lee, at home in water. It's a great image...Mary Lee, at home in water. It's a great image. Thank you for sharing this memory-poem!Irene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-33304608184718234002013-04-19T11:13:16.688-04:002013-04-19T11:13:16.688-04:00past the breakers
rocked by the great blue
under b...past the breakers<br />rocked by the great blue<br />under blue<br />-Andromeda Jazmon<br /><br />I remember learning to swim in a pool just like yours. Your lovely poem brings it all back! Here's mine - When I can't sleep, or have to sit in the dentist chair, I go back to the times I have floated on the ocean waves just beyond the breakers. It's my happy place.Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-10354231271652352002013-04-19T08:35:39.003-04:002013-04-19T08:35:39.003-04:00Enjoyed your Swimming Pool Memory very much, Mary ...Enjoyed your Swimming Pool Memory very much, Mary Lee! Are you finding that being able to tap into different sorts of media makes you feel more creative? Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-10285347537566927612013-04-19T08:18:08.859-04:002013-04-19T08:18:08.859-04:00I can feel it rocking around me, Mary Lee. It was...I can feel it rocking around me, Mary Lee. It was such a wonderful thing to be able to say I could swim. Thanks for the memory!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-33487022632390959732013-04-19T08:16:16.456-04:002013-04-19T08:16:16.456-04:00You managed just that innocence that is rather fri...You managed just that innocence that is rather frightening for us adults, isn't it? 'enchanted by the dappled sunlight'. Brings up some times for me too, Carol. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-58596009895686997222013-04-19T08:14:06.505-04:002013-04-19T08:14:06.505-04:00A dear memory, Kevin, "coming and going like ...A dear memory, Kevin, "coming and going like the years". I love that you wrote and captured this.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-489427729811212042013-04-19T08:05:32.384-04:002013-04-19T08:05:32.384-04:00Lovely, Carol! I really like "I mean to sit t...Lovely, Carol! I really like "I mean to sit there" - a child's good intentions gone wrong. (Though as a mom, also my nightmare!) I am so enjoying all these water poems!Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520719663052253627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-1457451034013467982013-04-19T08:03:50.813-04:002013-04-19T08:03:50.813-04:00Wow, gorgeous.Wow, gorgeous.Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520719663052253627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-72205162877315074522013-04-19T08:03:09.650-04:002013-04-19T08:03:09.650-04:00Beautiful, Mary Lee. Water is such a wonderful sub...Beautiful, Mary Lee. Water is such a wonderful subject, so fraught with memory. For me, it was bobbing - up and down, top and bottom, over and over. I remember that feeling of loss at the end of the lesson. Thank you!Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520719663052253627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-83118136255443830152013-04-19T07:33:33.891-04:002013-04-19T07:33:33.891-04:00Kevin,
This is beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I l...Kevin,<br />This is beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I love the feel of the "rhythm of the tides<br />coming and going, like the years,<br />just like the years, coming and going…" and then the contrast of "floating away toward something better." Wow!<br />Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-64389226309547829962013-04-19T07:00:52.322-04:002013-04-19T07:00:52.322-04:00I loved listening to the ocean, Mary Lee, but I lo...I loved listening to the ocean, Mary Lee, but I love your swimming pool memory more. As I read your poem, I feel myself, as a little girl, floating on my back in our neighborhood pool.<br /><br />Your poem actually inspired the poem I wrote today. One of my most vivid memories from childhood come from when I was about five years old and almost drowned.<br /><br />“Underwater”<br /><br />I am five.<br />Marge Westbay tells me to sit<br />on the steps at the pool<br />until it is my turn <br />to swim with her.<br /><br />I mean to sit there<br />But then somehow<br />I am underwater<br />moving weightlessly<br />through a strange and magical<br />aqua green world<br /><br />enchanted<br />by the dappled sunlight<br />dancing<br />on the bottom <br />of the pool<br /><br />The lifeguard<br />drags me to the top<br />sits my bottom hard<br />on the edge of the pool<br />and scolds me<br />for moving toward that magic.<br /><br />© Carol Wilcox, 2013Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-35735056085159098102013-04-19T05:54:28.824-04:002013-04-19T05:54:28.824-04:00She was always happiest
sitting by the window of t...She was always happiest<br />sitting by the window of the house<br />overlooking the Atlantic Ocean,<br />knotty hands knitting<br />as she listened to the rhythm of the tides<br />coming and going, like the years,<br />just like the years, coming and going,<br />and sometimes, I'd see her eyes close,<br />as if she were floating away for a few minutes<br />towards something better.<br /><br />- Kevin<br />The podcast: http://vocaroo.com/i/s09crPGyTyU4<br /><br />(Note: The sounds of the water reminded me of my mother-in-law on summer vacations, before she passed away, when she just wanted to be near enough to the water to hear the tides. She'd often sit there, with eyes closed, just listening.)<br /><br /><br />Dogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.com