tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post5781529223799212763..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Sand HallucinationsSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-46682776903552617442012-10-12T17:59:58.637-05:002012-10-12T17:59:58.637-05:00Your words are powerful, Susie, and always leave m...Your words are powerful, Susie, and always leave me with questions :-)Ben Dittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10637997946476963455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-72741464482523195572012-10-12T07:33:20.915-05:002012-10-12T07:33:20.915-05:00You captured well that scary edge of insanity...le...You captured well that scary edge of insanity...leaving the question of whether the character had "lost it," or not. <br /><br />This was my favorite portion:<br /><br />"My vaporous hands<br />embrace flesh and blood<br />in a dance of surf and moon.<br />With only a mute seashell audience<br />there is no one to ask but<br />the beating heart against my breast<br />to speak my name."<br /><br />Well done, Susie!! Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-20671027003148674812012-10-12T04:47:43.093-05:002012-10-12T04:47:43.093-05:00Such a perfect feeling set by your poem with Hallo...Such a perfect feeling set by your poem with Halloween just around the corner!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13318991328136593536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-69858452518508001812012-10-11T21:19:48.818-05:002012-10-11T21:19:48.818-05:00I hope my comment went through...I had an issue wi...I hope my comment went through...I had an issue with computer!<br />I'll be back to check!<br />ATBEllahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-9491671124289253752012-10-11T21:17:01.327-05:002012-10-11T21:17:01.327-05:00So good, So spooky good! I love the music, the moo...So good, So spooky good! I love the music, the mood you set~<br /><br />I too loved:<br />"Twirling among the stars, I rake my nails across the Milky Way" <br />Wow...wonderfully eerie!<br />Loved it!Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-23142232843672803762012-10-11T17:44:32.977-05:002012-10-11T17:44:32.977-05:00I feel the intensity of the narrator's frustra...I feel the intensity of the narrator's frustration and love the last lines. "I rake my nails across the Millky Way,,,"Elleceehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07049386448865741626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-34047100328416980192012-10-11T17:25:33.717-05:002012-10-11T17:25:33.717-05:00The words really do reflect an inner struggle, a c...The words really do reflect an inner struggle, a clawing to get out! And the last stanza leaves a powerful visual.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-7877380535108283072012-10-11T16:47:26.409-05:002012-10-11T16:47:26.409-05:00You really captured the confusion of this lost sou...You really captured the confusion of this lost soul. Wonderful poem showing how this would feel.Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10811244438243200435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-40433660346093169382012-10-11T13:31:26.115-05:002012-10-11T13:31:26.115-05:00Yes, I'll second that: brilliant indeed.
Wish ...Yes, I'll second that: brilliant indeed.<br />Wish I could write like that. Where does it come from? Were you surprised yourself when you read it back?aprillehttp://aprille.menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-7517341215210733862012-10-11T13:31:16.323-05:002012-10-11T13:31:16.323-05:00Yes, I'll second that: brilliant indeed.
Wish ...Yes, I'll second that: brilliant indeed.<br />Wish I could write like that. Where does it come from? Were you surprised yourself when you read it back?aprillehttp://aprille.menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-77488024358205356822012-10-11T11:25:11.185-05:002012-10-11T11:25:11.185-05:00Imbued with mood, this is absolutely brilliant poe...Imbued with mood, this is absolutely brilliant poetry. Wow, Susie. LOVE this one!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-4172949714450107842012-10-11T09:47:53.573-05:002012-10-11T09:47:53.573-05:00I love the mood in this--sanity and insanity in a ...I love the mood in this--sanity and insanity in a dance of perspectives, and some very striking images. I especially loved the third segment about the heart and the name...so evocative of isolation and loneliness. Great conclusion, also. hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-43022252512643668132012-10-11T08:42:57.635-05:002012-10-11T08:42:57.635-05:00"My vaporous hands"
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"Twirl..."My vaporous hands"<br />. . . . <br />"Twirling among the stars, I rake my nails across the Milky Way"<br /><br />"Say my name and that will call me home, just say my name," I hear myself saying once when I needed to be called back from the edge. But being alone with the shells and sands isn't the worst option in a hallucination. It was/is too early to let death kiss the soul no matter how present in the night. And you let your narrator know that here and hold on and wonder. <br /><br />PS: LOVE the song!<br />PPS: Miss your old portrait atop this blog.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-77716326187545647772012-10-11T08:33:02.804-05:002012-10-11T08:33:02.804-05:00This is so intense, Susie. I love the abstract rea...This is so intense, Susie. I love the abstract reality the narrator offers, and that we are left wondering whether we have been privy to insanity or a ghost.<br /><br />Just loved these lines so much:<br /><br />With only a mute seashell audience<br />there is no one to ask but<br />the beating heart against my breast<br />to speak my name..Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-53533304953673305512012-10-11T05:42:08.219-05:002012-10-11T05:42:08.219-05:00Haunting...I wonder who she//her/it is too...a gho...Haunting...I wonder who she//her/it is too...a ghost coughed up by the sea. Brilliant read.<br /><br />Lovely imagery. :)Daydreamertoohttp://daydreamertoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-52434646646168918462012-10-11T04:53:05.400-05:002012-10-11T04:53:05.400-05:00 Sound vibrates against my lips.
I beg the voice t... Sound vibrates against my lips.<br />I beg the voice to speak louder<br />All I hear are my muffled words<br />echoing in the wind.<br /><br />Love these lines - a voice crying in the wilderness, no less...Which way lies madness?Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.com