tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post3616985461677651478..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: ReprintSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-4839541339320640792009-01-08T21:29:00.000-05:002009-01-08T21:29:00.000-05:00I love the idea of a bare and stripped down Januar...I love the idea of a bare and stripped down January! But mine is much different--what with Christmas books and birthday books, my house in January is a maze of teetering piles for which there is no room on the already full shelves...Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11835101886202235868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-24449308979789687032009-01-06T08:16:00.000-05:002009-01-06T08:16:00.000-05:00Sara, you could repost this on a weekly basis and ...Sara, you could repost this on a weekly basis and I wouldn't get tired of it. It's astounding.<BR/><BR/>In January, I kneel beside my children’s<BR/><BR/>sleeping faces, and let them break<BR/><BR/>the leafless branches<BR/><BR/>that cage my chest.<BR/><BR/>That's the stanza that does me in. The leafless branches/cage/ribs--all encasing the heart--are nothing against the love we feel. No weapon, no defense against our vulnerability.<BR/><BR/>This one stops me in my tracks, Sara. Keep repeating!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-34120661019110488022009-01-02T19:51:00.000-05:002009-01-02T19:51:00.000-05:00Yes, January does seem so plain after all the holi...Yes, January does seem so plain after all the holiday fluff is gone! Great poem!Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-34719841642624525992009-01-02T18:54:00.000-05:002009-01-02T18:54:00.000-05:00About fifteen years ago, in the fall, my father wa...About fifteen years ago, in the fall, my father was terminally ill. I watched the trees stripped of their lives, and I watched the "stuff" (money, job, prestige etc.) stripped from my dad's life. When all the stuff was gone, you could see the beauty underneath. At that point, I thought, "I better work a lot harder at the underneath, because that stuff shows when everything else is taken away. This poem reminds me of that. It's beautiful! I love the last few lines, with love as plain as January.<BR/>CarolCarolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-6096589692517675862009-01-02T16:18:00.000-05:002009-01-02T16:18:00.000-05:00I love living liturgical seasons, and love all my ...I love living liturgical seasons, and love all my Christmas finery, but when it's time to take it down, I always think of my best friend's grandfather, who used to say of houseguests, "Happy to see you come ... happy to see you go." :-) <BR/><BR/>Great poem, Sara.Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-56859436068226518062009-01-02T13:48:00.000-05:002009-01-02T13:48:00.000-05:00This is beautiful, Sara. Thank you. I was just thi...This is beautiful, Sara. Thank you. I was just thinking today how deliciously clean it will feel to "take down" my Christmas Stuff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-73375408078934207882009-01-02T12:24:00.000-05:002009-01-02T12:24:00.000-05:00This is the poem with which we were "introduced," ...This is the poem with which we were "introduced," the first post I read on your blog, and thus, the reprint is like meeting you all over again.<BR/><BR/>I love the realization that stripping away the frippery disallows us to pretend. Love it...tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-28365108521171006772009-01-02T11:51:00.000-05:002009-01-02T11:51:00.000-05:00I love the imagery,mood, the subtleJanuary, finery...I love the imagery,<BR/>mood,<BR/> the subtle<BR/>January, finery rhyme, and the outside/inside dichotomyDouglas Florianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16128165816863246403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-23973012700073344912009-01-02T10:47:00.000-05:002009-01-02T10:47:00.000-05:00Thanks for reposting the beautiful bones. It's my ...Thanks for reposting the beautiful bones. It's my favorite poem to start the year off, too. Happy 2009!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-56943070827564233112009-01-02T10:36:00.000-05:002009-01-02T10:36:00.000-05:00YES. You read my mind. I was going to go find this...YES. You read my mind. I was going to go find this poem and re-read it. I think of it every January. It's one of my favorites. Thank you thank you.Jules at 7-Imphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439756778611468303noreply@blogger.com