tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post7396037936317118320..comments2024-03-19T05:26:04.770-04:00Comments on A Year of Reading: National Poetry Month 2020: The FlipsideMary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-7617852649677083182020-04-06T01:16:55.688-04:002020-04-06T01:16:55.688-04:00Thanks for your poem, and especially this last lin...Thanks for your poem, and especially this last line Mary Lee, <br />"the flipside says, whether we are together or apart, we are joined." Reassuring hope for our scary times.Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-79555629183515937132020-04-02T22:23:33.846-04:002020-04-02T22:23:33.846-04:00I love this theme, and can't wait to see what ...I love this theme, and can't wait to see what other poems will show up here. The Flip Side is perfect for right now! Fresh papercut/brave determination. So tiny. And yet so big. Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-18923802000630212912020-04-01T20:36:04.141-04:002020-04-01T20:36:04.141-04:00Yours and lucky I am to read after Tanita shared h...Yours and lucky I am to read after Tanita shared her poem, written true. I love that you used the "flipside", Mary Lee. When I go out walking & see the hints of what's coming, I'm then surprised by that other reminder, what's happening to life on the "flipside". Happy April as we will make it!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-746539432051601222020-04-01T19:03:00.857-04:002020-04-01T19:03:00.857-04:00That is breathtakingly beautiful...thank you.That is breathtakingly beautiful...thank you.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-34015527894743899882020-04-01T18:58:35.439-04:002020-04-01T18:58:35.439-04:00This is -- so beautiful. I read a nearly identical...This is -- so beautiful. I read a nearly identical-in-heart poem yesterday -- truly, such dichotomies going on:<br /><br /><br />Adrift<br />Mark Nepo<br /><br />Everything is beautiful and I am so sad.<br />This is how the heart makes a duet of<br />wonder and grief. The light spraying<br />through the lace of the fern is as delicate<br />as the fibers of memory forming their web<br />around the knot in my throat. The breeze<br />makes the birds move from branch to branch<br />as this ache makes me look for those I’ve lost<br />in the next room, in the next song, in the laugh<br />of the next stranger. In the very center, under<br />it all, what we have that no one can take<br />away and all that we’ve lost face each other.<br />It is there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured<br />by a holiness that exists inside everything.<br />I am so sad and everything is beautiful.<br />tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-46760947362391006952020-04-01T18:03:12.767-04:002020-04-01T18:03:12.767-04:00Whew. Are you inside my brain, ML? How can these g...Whew. Are you inside my brain, ML? How can these gorgeous snowdrops peek through, these adorable chicks peep away...I am so up and down. All my love. xxAmy LVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com