tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post1217342716175984285..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Clutching MatchesSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-87046699255429945872015-01-18T19:39:49.334-06:002015-01-18T19:39:49.334-06:00Yes, and again...you rock the closing...bringing a...Yes, and again...you rock the closing...bringing a whoosh of meaning. Well done, Susie! Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-77397543689884856782015-01-17T13:06:14.565-06:002015-01-17T13:06:14.565-06:00The winter of frozen tongues is such an interestin...The winter of frozen tongues is such an interesting line--I think of children here--sticking them to sleds and flagpoles--as well, of course, as adults, refusing to lighten them--intense poignant poem, Susie. Take care, K. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com) Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-81582546219516038352015-01-17T12:20:58.277-06:002015-01-17T12:20:58.277-06:00"We hibernate in our pain"......such an ..."We hibernate in our pain"......such an apt description, as is each person holding the match that might begin the thaw, neither one ready. Excellent write, Susie.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-23767344091890096092015-01-17T10:51:22.120-06:002015-01-17T10:51:22.120-06:00The opening line is exquisite, and also very perso...The opening line is exquisite, and also very personal and intense. The brevity here works to the poem's advantage, as if even talking about the subject hurts. Winter is a perfect metaphor here, Susie.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-39223049274802666932015-01-17T09:54:35.046-06:002015-01-17T09:54:35.046-06:00So sad. A tribute to stubbornness. No one willin...So sad. A tribute to stubbornness. No one willing to forgive. Well done. Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-43036758348522880932015-01-17T09:36:44.592-06:002015-01-17T09:36:44.592-06:00"we hibernate in our pain"
That is ab..."we hibernate in our pain" <br /><br />That is about the best phrase ever. You got my undivided attention with that, and kept it right through to "Forgiven". Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-65061372701428258512015-01-17T06:05:44.041-06:002015-01-17T06:05:44.041-06:00That is stubborness indeed, hurt upon hutrt knowin...That is stubborness indeed, hurt upon hutrt knowing how but not willing to melt it. Oh. I picture uncovered bodies and lots of regret in the spring. Brilliant! (seond read!)<br />Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-13217886502380841762015-01-17T05:56:27.698-06:002015-01-17T05:56:27.698-06:00Very nice. Forgiveness can be tough. I think in th...Very nice. Forgiveness can be tough. I think in the end I'm just too lazy to hang onto hurt. Takes to much energy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-18514488244101233682015-01-17T01:05:20.304-06:002015-01-17T01:05:20.304-06:00To be frozen without a hope of thaw into the heart...To be frozen without a hope of thaw into the heart.. The image of the matchsticks brings to mind the little matchstickgirl by HC Andersen - not a lot of warmth to find there... Great poem.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-15556232960959834672015-01-17T00:53:52.030-06:002015-01-17T00:53:52.030-06:00forgiving can be heard, but sometimes its the only...forgiving can be heard, but sometimes its the only way to get closureSuyashJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06332045821743367072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-91156361056651621112015-01-17T00:12:13.970-06:002015-01-17T00:12:13.970-06:00This poem is quite dark in emotion. I think it is ...This poem is quite dark in emotion. I think it is important to seek forgiveness just as much as it is to give it. It is part of the healing factor in life. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590129774774754740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-60548874018048855262015-01-16T23:15:09.261-06:002015-01-16T23:15:09.261-06:00Nice poem, Susie. It hurts a little bit now and t...Nice poem, Susie. It hurts a little bit now and then.<br />If there was an "I'm sorry" then I might forgive. Won't happen.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-90722548157244981332015-01-16T21:12:53.956-06:002015-01-16T21:12:53.956-06:00Oh - so well put! Pride is as old as time…
Oh - so well put! Pride is as old as time… <br />Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-68840283797617895432015-01-16T17:56:22.263-06:002015-01-16T17:56:22.263-06:00As Elton sang, sorry seems to be the hardest word....As Elton sang, sorry seems to be the hardest word. Great poem, Susie. Is there a second book in the works yet? Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com