tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post2864980920826720079..comments2023-11-05T06:41:02.499-05:00Comments on After the fire came a gentle whisper...: Poetry Friday....with a twist.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15711454234062391423noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post-43438401872539485832010-04-15T16:22:37.194-04:002010-04-15T16:22:37.194-04:00Love your poem! I also enjoy writing poetry, but h...Love your poem! I also enjoy writing poetry, but haven't for quite some time. I really like your About Me section, where it says "all I ever hoped for and all I ever feared." Ain't that the truth!?<br /><br />-Maggie (from GCM)Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04985364537744531096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post-21094397490649848092010-03-05T22:40:56.539-05:002010-03-05T22:40:56.539-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post-77187257571234643292010-02-19T21:44:57.558-05:002010-02-19T21:44:57.558-05:00That is awesome Dana...wow! I am blown away. Tha...That is awesome Dana...wow! I am blown away. Thank you for posting it!!Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15711454234062391423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post-59954139798052293692010-02-19T21:16:29.468-05:002010-02-19T21:16:29.468-05:00Thanks Shannon. I always enjoy what you write. Bee...Thanks Shannon. I always enjoy what you write. Been meaning to share this for a while...<br />one of my favorite poems, written by Stanley Kunitz.<br /><br />The Layers<br /><br />I have walked through many lives,<br />some of them my own,<br />and I am not who I was,<br />though some principle of being<br />abides, from which I struggle not to stray.<br />When I look behind,<br />as I am compelled to look<br />before I can gather strength<br />to proceed on my journey,<br />I see the milestones dwindling<br />toward the horizon<br />and the slow fires trailing<br />from the abandoned camp-sites,<br />over which scavenger angels<br />wheel on heavy wings.<br />Oh, I have made myself a tribe<br />out of my true affections,<br />and my tribe is scattered!<br />How shall the heart be reconciled<br />to its feast of losses?<br />In a rising wind<br />the manic dust of my friends,<br />those who fell along the way,<br />bitterly stings my face.<br />yet I turn, I turn,<br />exulting somewhat,<br />with my will intact to go<br />wherever I need to go,<br />and every stone on the road<br />precious to me.<br />In my darkest night,<br />when the moon was covered<br />and I roamed through wreckage,<br />a nimbus-clouded voice<br />directed me:<br />"Live in the layers,<br />not on the litter."<br />Though I lack the art<br />to decipher it,<br />no doubt the next chapter<br />in my book of transformations<br />is already written,<br />I am not done with my changes.Danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10809397011386059500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701273416521093580.post-82033419394387488392010-02-19T10:58:22.481-05:002010-02-19T10:58:22.481-05:00portrayed perfectly!portrayed perfectly!Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10881475202185029072noreply@blogger.com