tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post4562897824624290777..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: HungerSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-89805797355593898142017-04-01T14:22:36.766-05:002017-04-01T14:22:36.766-05:00Eloquently heartrending. Too bad he who is ruthle...Eloquently heartrending. Too bad he who is ruthless doesn't read, or you could send him a copy. Let us pray Margaret is correct, and the funding will be picked up elsewhere. indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-40825575557582334682017-03-19T15:51:17.240-05:002017-03-19T15:51:17.240-05:00I get the sentiment and the nod toward what is goi...I get the sentiment and the nod toward what is going on in politics today... but I really don't think such programs will disappear - they will be funded in other ways - at a state level perhaps - at least I hope so. I agree with Sherry - a few less trips to FL... I really don't get the numerous weekend trips! With politics aside - the poem is full of sensory images and my heart went out to her right away... Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-33901392820580752902017-03-19T08:46:24.853-05:002017-03-19T08:46:24.853-05:00I saved yours for last, Susie, cos I knew that, th...I saved yours for last, Susie, cos I knew that, then, I would end with a good poem.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-62139653728978478122017-03-18T15:20:15.035-05:002017-03-18T15:20:15.035-05:00When everything is lost... only that last waiting ...When everything is lost... only that last waiting remains.. the lavender dress added so much to the poem. And that last knock on the door... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-82252065794972655052017-03-18T15:13:35.108-05:002017-03-18T15:13:35.108-05:00Wow. This will be the plight of millions, thanks t...Wow. This will be the plight of millions, thanks to that bozo. One of his weekends in Florida would pay for it all - but he "doesnt see any benefit." Argh. A fantastically powerful poem, Susie. Well done.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-16321395447235803462017-03-18T10:27:00.638-05:002017-03-18T10:27:00.638-05:00Powerful prose poetry.Powerful prose poetry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-31610887203455753452017-03-18T08:54:31.793-05:002017-03-18T08:54:31.793-05:00I agree, this is incredibly powerful!I agree, this is incredibly powerful!Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-42453090941734120812017-03-18T06:56:20.731-05:002017-03-18T06:56:20.731-05:00The injustice of current events all too vividly po...The injustice of current events all too vividly portrayed here, but also the basic cruelty of our human condition unmitigated by compassion--the neglected color lavender says it all--really excellent, nuanced and powerful writing, Susie.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-16840184353419904532017-03-18T03:56:08.610-05:002017-03-18T03:56:08.610-05:00Your poem has a great shape on the computer screen...Your poem has a great shape on the computer screen, Susie, and I was instantly drawn in by the first stanza, with the welcome knock at the door and the world entering 'with kindness / carrying the scent of baked bread, / cinnamon, and roast beef'. I like the gentle shift to the 'week silence began' and the thought that it was a mistake - I wanted to know what that mistake might be. I also love the mysterious use of days of the week for the people who brought the food, and the line 'Days kept passing without a voice' evokes abandonment so powerfully. And then you drip the loneliness of widowhood into the poem and it is oh so poignant. A beautiful poem.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-12807222191419870442017-03-17T19:31:21.253-05:002017-03-17T19:31:21.253-05:00This is extremely well written. Waiting...This is extremely well written. Waiting...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-54593775493466333282017-03-17T15:40:55.325-05:002017-03-17T15:40:55.325-05:00Wow!!! this is potent stuff
much love...Wow!!! this is potent stuff<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com