tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post5828211747466027992..comments2023-09-07T06:57:51.013-04:00Comments on Carolina Chronicles: LostNikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462918642681959710noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-66292681166764963742009-02-14T11:39:00.000-05:002009-02-14T11:39:00.000-05:00RissaRoo,Thanks so much for dropping by and for yo...RissaRoo,<BR/><BR/>Thanks so much for dropping by and for your kind comment. I appreciate it!Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03462918642681959710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-60339535441533637592009-02-12T08:58:00.000-05:002009-02-12T08:58:00.000-05:00Beautiful, beautiful words! I love them both but ...Beautiful, beautiful words! I love them both but the first one really touched my heart. And the picture! What a blessing to find that, so perfectly double-exposed to catch you both without losing anything of either, and so captivating.RissaRoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09970056413266419558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-13377481328428742592009-02-11T14:46:00.000-05:002009-02-11T14:46:00.000-05:00Mom, Hope42Day, Katrina, (my sister) Erin, and Lau...Mom, Hope42Day, Katrina, (my sister) Erin, and Laura: thank you all for your encouraging and kind words about my efforts here. Ultimately these words are for myself, and I feel a certain vulnerability sharing them with others. It's nice to find that the words I string together can touch someone else, and I appreciate both your willingness to read, and your willingness to share your impressions.Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03462918642681959710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-80929633112286598012009-02-11T09:57:00.000-05:002009-02-11T09:57:00.000-05:00Nikki,Your poem speaks to the grief in me for my o...Nikki,<BR/><BR/>Your poem speaks to the grief in me for my own grandfather, which, strangely was the content of the first poem I attempted in this poetry challenge too. I decided not to post that one, it felt too...empty? Didn't have the words. Yours are breathtaking, and the picture? Amazing.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for blessing me.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263995875732832349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-44126749110579806192009-02-10T23:11:00.000-05:002009-02-10T23:11:00.000-05:00I almost wrote about my grandpa passing away, as w...I almost wrote about my grandpa passing away, as well, but I just couldn't put all my memories of him together enough to form the words. Beautiful poem and what a treasure of a picture that is!<BR/><BR/>(...thank you for stopping by today and for you heartfelt words... I pray that all goes well for you... it was not easy for me to write what I did but it really has helped so much...)Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09738882550106899781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-34166877454309909642009-02-10T22:52:00.000-05:002009-02-10T22:52:00.000-05:00Both poems are beautiful! I 'see' through your ima...Both poems are beautiful! I 'see' through your images. I found the second poem very haunting. When I read the last few lines, I saw that day all over again in my mind. I whispered, 'Oh my God.'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-33381618300093322912009-02-10T20:14:00.000-05:002009-02-10T20:14:00.000-05:00Memories - very poignant from a child's view.Memories - very poignant from a child's view.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-26143080086603997912009-02-10T16:19:00.000-05:002009-02-10T16:19:00.000-05:00Those are wonderful poems. Naturally, I can closel...Those are wonderful poems. Naturally, I can closely relate to the first as it brought back that old emptyness that seemingly fades but secretly lurks beneath the surface. The second was hard to read, just as I struggle to listen to Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?" What a fantastic picture. I was trying to figure out if it was a possible picture (you looking through the sliding glass door at Grandpa, the reflection giving insight to the objest of your thoughts). It is amazing that it was a "real" picture. And, it is an adorable picture of you, I might add.Jon, Erin, Talia, and Ellianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16265783649462048807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-35558866629621018742009-02-10T13:17:00.000-05:002009-02-10T13:17:00.000-05:00Thank you for your visit and kind words, Erin. I r...Thank you for your visit and kind words, Erin. I remember how amazed we were to find that photo - how perfectly imperfect it was. I was very glad that we didn't just toss out the twice-exposed photos without a closer look. It's nice when someone else appreciates something that has become very meaningful to me.Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03462918642681959710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-26981653844214852462009-02-10T08:39:00.000-05:002009-02-10T08:39:00.000-05:00Hi Nikki,I'm over here via LL.Your photo inclusion...Hi Nikki,<BR/>I'm over here via LL.<BR/>Your photo inclusion is stunning. It's a poem in itself.<BR/><BR/>I like this line in your second poem about going from dark place to dark place. That's such a great metaphor.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498526034591365354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-44120515471876595702009-02-09T14:38:00.000-05:002009-02-09T14:38:00.000-05:00Thank you, L.L. As it happened, my grandfather's d...Thank you, L.L. <BR/><BR/>As it happened, my grandfather's death was in international waters just outside the Panama canal, and he really *had* wanted to see it since he was young. So... I felt it very natural to describe it both literally and figuratively in the same breath. Our family, in retrospect, wondered if he knew he wouldn't return from that trip from little things he said and did before leaving and while on the ship. He really did tell my grandmother he was "ready to go home now", and that's just what he did. <BR/><BR/>His death inspired a whole lot of poetry in me in the year or two that followed his passing. After that, I quit writing poetry. It seems appropriate to start with him in my nascent adult attempts.Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03462918642681959710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8809759431995986761.post-14479346288917563342009-02-09T14:31:00.000-05:002009-02-09T14:31:00.000-05:00The first poem brought tears to my eyes. The secon...The first poem brought tears to my eyes. The second made me shiver.<BR/><BR/>I loved the way you described his death as a journey to places he'd always wanted to see. Maybe death is like that. But we... as you say... how we fight to hold the sojourner from the flight.<BR/><BR/>Really beautiful, Nikki.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.com