tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post5222062052541548614..comments2024-02-24T11:28:02.310+00:00Comments on Poetry in Progress: Marion McCreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-73350145881096006542009-04-05T08:31:00.000+01:002009-04-05T08:31:00.000+01:00lol, I don't know where I got bhoy from, thanks!lol, I don't know where I got bhoy from, thanks!Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-43863363581918662952009-04-04T23:21:00.000+01:002009-04-04T23:21:00.000+01:00i like both but the seocnd shades it for me, even ...i like both but the seocnd shades it for me, even without the less contentious 'buoys' ;)swisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-62399528244456713802009-04-03T15:02:00.000+01:002009-04-03T15:02:00.000+01:00I know what you mean, I can't read poems with hyac...I know what you mean, I can't read poems with hyacinths in them without thinking of the wasteland!Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-50232197141148752022009-04-03T10:54:00.000+01:002009-04-03T10:54:00.000+01:00TS Eliot hanging around your red rock... It's hard...TS Eliot hanging around your red rock... It's hard to mention red rocks without him creeping out from under them!<BR/><BR/>Like your 'stained-glass town'.<BR/>xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-17445132605562295532009-04-03T08:47:00.000+01:002009-04-03T08:47:00.000+01:00thanks honest man, it's nice to know!thankyou dick...thanks honest man, it's nice to know!<BR/><BR/>thankyou dick, I'm glad you like it.<BR/><BR/>hi roxana, thankyou, that's nice of you to say so!Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-12851350080865278112009-04-02T23:43:00.000+01:002009-04-02T23:43:00.000+01:00this is just perfect:At dawn the town floats,as yo...this is just perfect:<BR/>At dawn the town floats,<BR/>as you do,<BR/>in frosted light.<BR/><BR/>I see it just like this, a kind of haiku. <BR/><BR/>the second one is lovely too, it makes me wish to make pictures in order to illustrate it, I see the shapes and the colours so clearly! <BR/><BR/>(good luck with it!)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-67595833045010487882009-04-02T22:12:00.000+01:002009-04-02T22:12:00.000+01:00And I respond more positively to the second poem. ...And I respond more positively to the second poem. '(A) crescendo of white butterflies...', 'At dawn the town floats, / as you do, / in frosted light'. Delightful.Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-10839554025967986032009-04-02T20:04:00.000+01:002009-04-02T20:04:00.000+01:00Not much of a help, but I liked 1 more than 2 - no...Not much of a help, but I liked 1 more than 2 - not that I disliked 2!Beau Frerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01930185684081052869noreply@blogger.com