tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post6046690801263345844..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: NeverMoreSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-25920411101462681752016-05-18T12:31:24.580-05:002016-05-18T12:31:24.580-05:00Death never sounded so good Susie. Lovely!Death never sounded so good Susie. Lovely!Bekkie Sanchezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16300001421561443693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-76631700898243344792016-05-17T13:31:19.316-05:002016-05-17T13:31:19.316-05:00Oh, yes...the facets of death you've captured ...Oh, yes...the facets of death you've captured so well...this is moving, Susie. Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-41386809784829834872016-05-17T11:42:20.754-05:002016-05-17T11:42:20.754-05:00I felt that relief that a reign of terror had ende...I felt that relief that a reign of terror had ended at my father's funeral, Susie. Your writing is, as always, superb.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-13861099520150753232016-05-17T00:41:32.294-05:002016-05-17T00:41:32.294-05:00My heart just broke a little, Susie. Those arms, t...My heart just broke a little, Susie. Those arms, those tired arms... "stilled by death". Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-19706887321565201132016-05-16T18:35:47.927-05:002016-05-16T18:35:47.927-05:00This is overwhelming, Susie.This is overwhelming, Susie.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-8154721144194364472016-05-16T15:54:21.973-05:002016-05-16T15:54:21.973-05:00That reign of terror and arms that are still... I ...That reign of terror and arms that are still... I think I can see why her eyes are tearless. There is a sadness here and yet relief handled so well with the words you've chosen. Maybe a ballad in the making?debihttps://debispoems.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-61589897461407409212016-05-16T13:46:51.078-05:002016-05-16T13:46:51.078-05:00What a potent and honest poem at the wake... it...What a potent and honest poem at the wake... it's hard to mourn in some cases... and maybe just a hope at break of dawn.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-49653439217724185982016-05-16T12:35:20.240-05:002016-05-16T12:35:20.240-05:00Whoa, Susie--a very powerful poem with striking im...Whoa, Susie--a very powerful poem with striking images--I think of the juggernaut at Puri and the coffin and agh--pain, relief, and the long road home or away from. Thanks k. Outlawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698845661756444061noreply@blogger.com