tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post116320081954080044..comments2023-09-26T05:52:15.394-07:00Comments on one paragraph at a time: Where does a poem come from?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-1163454413620263302006-11-13T13:46:00.000-08:002006-11-13T13:46:00.000-08:00Sometimes it is the memory of poems, journal entri...Sometimes it is the memory of poems, journal entries, wet kisses, hot coffee, and raucous laughter gone by that keeps us upright and afloat. Sometimes a lover's smile, the colors of the sunrise, and the anticipation of reading the sweet words of other wondering wanderers. Sometimes only the questions. Sometimes it is the hope, that faith that there is more to come. Great questions, Maya. GailGailNHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11632210289246687829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-1163382653576430022006-11-12T17:50:00.000-08:002006-11-12T17:50:00.000-08:00Maybe we wait until you give birth to the next one...Maybe we wait until you give birth to the next one...knowing of its sweetness long before its due. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-1163267889318925322006-11-11T09:58:00.000-08:002006-11-11T09:58:00.000-08:00I don't know why, but reading this post made me te...I don't know why, but reading this post made me tear up. I think it was this part: "What fills your body with oxygen, what sticks and stays, what swims and sashays, what flies through the air, what touches your skin?" I haven't had nearly enough of that in my life lately. (I've been reading here a long time, but rarely comment...but I always love what you have to say.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com