tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post6090268577874288668..comments2024-02-23T15:37:13.817+02:00Comments on Skywriting: InsensateKerry O'Connorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-66694721198630591512019-02-28T10:05:16.553+02:002019-02-28T10:05:16.553+02:00love goes to hide, or die, on the periphery
once i...love goes to hide, or die, on the periphery<br />once it has torn and crawled away from our centers<br />doesn't it?grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-21093864317602637652019-02-20T00:36:07.267+02:002019-02-20T00:36:07.267+02:00It reminds me how memories can be made up of an un...It reminds me how memories can be made up of an unexpected patchwork of odd bits, and we do what we can to try to keep warm with it.Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18343895193475984183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-66857917957591438402019-02-12T08:28:37.202+02:002019-02-12T08:28:37.202+02:00It is so painful to reach for what was once there ...It is so painful to reach for what was once there to only realize your hand is filled with empty. Oh, this reaches the yearning in me for those who are no longer with me.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-35933682180562263622019-02-11T22:44:25.922+02:002019-02-11T22:44:25.922+02:00Is it selfish of me that I can't help but to m...Is it selfish of me that I can't help but to make this poem all about me? Last night, I was craving grapes. But at the moment, I can't really taste grapes (or most of anything for that matter). I was craving what grapes are supposed to taste like. I remember washing a few grapes, putting one in my mouth, closing my eyes as I chew, swallowing... and sighing, when the taste on my tongue was nothing like the yumminess my brain knows and remembers. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-88071845393040433072019-02-11T18:59:56.405+02:002019-02-11T18:59:56.405+02:00This is very interesting...i am trying to think ab...This is very interesting...i am trying to think about those feelings...<br /><br />An odour<br />tickling the back of my throat. A low hum<br />bringing me to tears. My mind gropes for your hand.<br />Out of instinct, I guess. Easier to cling to familiar<br />visions.................beautiful!Sreejahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01395234979504881964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-3858551901649519352019-02-11T17:59:53.210+02:002019-02-11T17:59:53.210+02:00Thank you, Carrie.Thank you, Carrie.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-45168449305447151542019-02-11T17:59:38.553+02:002019-02-11T17:59:38.553+02:00A word list sounds great.. always a good kickstart...A word list sounds great.. always a good kickstart to something new.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-55096108347135545772019-02-11T03:42:17.502+02:002019-02-11T03:42:17.502+02:00I like that sensation of the odor tickling behind ...I like that sensation of the odor tickling behind your throat. Intense feeling poem, Kerry.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-26486838412537576762019-02-11T02:43:16.232+02:002019-02-11T02:43:16.232+02:00I love how you've manged to describe sensation...I love how you've manged to describe sensations that are hard to put into words.<br />Synaesthesia....and the mind groping a hand.....sublime.Vivian Zemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09588008375525403964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-31844429993998023362019-02-11T01:24:45.911+02:002019-02-11T01:24:45.911+02:00The sensation of losing the familiar and utter los...The sensation of losing the familiar and utter loss must be an intense one. You have captured it beautifully Kerry! Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-74797292282692336912019-02-10T22:13:35.262+02:002019-02-10T22:13:35.262+02:00One feels that all the sensations here are real as...One feels that all the sensations here are real as much as the writer might like to erase the painful. Well-done, Kerry. All best, k. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-40501150358071961512019-02-10T20:45:35.717+02:002019-02-10T20:45:35.717+02:00You want a word list? And remember, you can always...You want a word list? And remember, you can always take a word and break it into tiny words to make your own word list.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-53628223547318548312019-02-10T20:07:25.276+02:002019-02-10T20:07:25.276+02:00I tried, Sherry. new poems are heavy going for me ...I tried, Sherry. new poems are heavy going for me these days.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-12699302677830190312019-02-10T20:06:36.232+02:002019-02-10T20:06:36.232+02:00We are all missing someone, aren't we?We are all missing someone, aren't we?Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-22461400202556930712019-02-10T20:06:17.980+02:002019-02-10T20:06:17.980+02:00Thanks, Sanaa.. sometimes it's hard not to cho...Thanks, Sanaa.. sometimes it's hard not to choke on memories.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-85284044086370613782019-02-10T20:05:42.690+02:002019-02-10T20:05:42.690+02:00yes, what is the scent of sorrow? Good one, Bjorn....yes, what is the scent of sorrow? Good one, Bjorn.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-20252090951611418572019-02-10T20:05:13.003+02:002019-02-10T20:05:13.003+02:00Oh dear. I wanted something kind of different from...Oh dear. I wanted something kind of different from the usual sensations. Glad it worked though.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-52364537412604134012019-02-10T20:04:04.977+02:002019-02-10T20:04:04.977+02:00Thanks, friend.. nah.. it's all made up - just...Thanks, friend.. nah.. it's all made up - just working my usual theme because I am too lazy to think of something new to write. maybe my ideas have all dried up.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08963325944091034585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-38124931150568849272019-02-10T18:47:01.854+02:002019-02-10T18:47:01.854+02:00You have captured that feeling exactly.You have captured that feeling exactly.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-16787468797782825742019-02-10T18:10:11.398+02:002019-02-10T18:10:11.398+02:00Wow. What a gut-punch. Powerful writing and awesom...Wow. What a gut-punch. Powerful writing and awesome use of imagery. Well done!<br /> (The Abject Muse)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-86598663324463727812019-02-10T17:53:53.951+02:002019-02-10T17:53:53.951+02:00I have been remembering my mother more than usual ...I have been remembering my mother more than usual lately ~~ your poem touched my heart. “My mind gropes for your hand” is stunning.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-38650759664825748132019-02-10T17:44:02.855+02:002019-02-10T17:44:02.855+02:00This is incredibly powerful, Kerry! I could feel t...This is incredibly powerful, Kerry! I could feel the odour tickling at the back of throat and the fact that it's easier to cling on to familiar visions. Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-20014606189886679382019-02-10T17:33:29.630+02:002019-02-10T17:33:29.630+02:00The way you added Synaesthesia into the poem reall...The way you added Synaesthesia into the poem really made it highly effective with the mixed senses... made me ask myself: what's the scent of sorrow?... <br /><br />Also made me think of phantom pains after a lost limb.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-23330110292966798772019-02-10T16:04:44.998+02:002019-02-10T16:04:44.998+02:00Alright, sweet thang. Let's get you in a bikin...Alright, sweet thang. Let's get you in a bikini and have a pool party, pronto. <br /><br />I hope this is about your mom and not a stupid boy.✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172362715981729508.post-88402508236562545632019-02-10T15:43:42.779+02:002019-02-10T15:43:42.779+02:00Ack. This really jarred me, Kerry. xoAck. This really jarred me, Kerry. xoMarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.com