tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post10509949641205264..comments2023-11-02T09:41:20.984-04:00Comments on Paisley Rain Boots: Scene & Story - October 2017Sarah Huizengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326211901751159368noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-84121200843861970582017-11-12T19:33:48.423-05:002017-11-12T19:33:48.423-05:00What a gorgeous photograph... dreamy and evocative...What a gorgeous photograph... dreamy and evocative, a perfect fit for the poetry. Don't you just love old glass, with waves throughout that reveal its age?Electric | Journalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047673548169562279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-37820027560355017362017-11-07T12:47:35.585-05:002017-11-07T12:47:35.585-05:00The fluttery feeling is poetry isn't it? Love...The fluttery feeling is poetry isn't it? Lovely way to look at it. Thank you.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09738013703083011762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-48403486508929222232017-11-06T16:45:25.094-05:002017-11-06T16:45:25.094-05:00Lovely poem, Sarah, and I absolutely LOVE this pho...Lovely poem, Sarah, and I absolutely LOVE this photograph.<br />Have a wonderful week!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02574946867709812195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-54106001368037273232017-11-06T11:25:31.467-05:002017-11-06T11:25:31.467-05:00Beautiful image. Poetry has always been a struggl...Beautiful image. Poetry has always been a struggle for me. I really like yours though. Suburban Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16135537886717771317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-45256352653050290282017-11-06T08:05:44.235-05:002017-11-06T08:05:44.235-05:00I have never thought about it that way, but a poem...I have never thought about it that way, but a poem is like a photograph. They are both small slices of life, which are left open to interpretation to the reader/viewer and we never truly know what the writer/photographer had in mind when they created it. We guess, contemplate and apply it to our own life, making each creation unique to each viewer...which is the beauty of poems and photographs. I love your window and you picked the perfect poem for it. Michelle Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00851453933697842657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-88096902408174721782017-11-05T21:37:23.598-05:002017-11-05T21:37:23.598-05:00You found the perfect poem to go with this wonderf...You found the perfect poem to go with this wonderful window. The last line fits me, "but only the window knows what she's thinking." I spend a lot of time each morning looking out the window and thinking! I have no talent for poetry either. I started 27 Days of Wild Writing and have enjoyed the poems she reads. I should follow your example and read more poetry!Cathy H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10779935742253650385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-86096891130275803842017-11-05T15:12:28.462-05:002017-11-05T15:12:28.462-05:00There's a very special feel here of the window...There's a very special feel here of the window, love this. <3Mashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689822784622347249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-30793323612967795622017-11-05T12:55:16.778-05:002017-11-05T12:55:16.778-05:00The window and the view out of it remind me of Eng...The window and the view out of it remind me of England. Full of beauty and peacefulness. The poem is lovely - and so are your words. I tend to think that photography is its own way of poetry and telling a story. Your images only confirm that.Carola Bartzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05536486322412234854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-75663786974120301602017-11-05T10:44:20.189-05:002017-11-05T10:44:20.189-05:00This is a beautiful post. I love the poem and your...This is a beautiful post. I love the poem and your photo looks so inviting. I love when it's Sunday and I know you will post and I will be treated to some beautiful imagery. Thank you.Kate Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08369818854597534304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-10095856311809131422017-11-05T09:16:07.945-05:002017-11-05T09:16:07.945-05:00I struggle with poetry, also - which I feel is kin...I struggle with poetry, also - which I feel is kind of sad considering I love to read and I lover many different art forms. Now and then, I will read a poem which will resonate, though. I love the way you illustrated this poem - together, they both come alive. I can imagine sitting at that window with a cup of tea and dreaming... I would enjoy the challenge of giving this a try.Karen Lakishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14493883087361055962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-60942618590671274882017-11-05T08:54:35.869-05:002017-11-05T08:54:35.869-05:00. . . only the window knows . . . beautiful sarah .... . . only the window knows . . . beautiful sarah . . .Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08723721131329150461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-55984942664502231892017-11-05T08:52:23.507-05:002017-11-05T08:52:23.507-05:00I love your picture and the accompanying poem, but...I love your picture and the accompanying poem, but your assessment of poetry as a whole made me think and smile. I am all poetry all the time. I don't call it poetry, but when I say things and people look at me like I stepped out of an 1800s novel, I realize I've done it again. Sounds like we need to collaborate. :)Rachel Weishaarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01768719596882025182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-81466712164384002472017-11-05T08:06:22.249-05:002017-11-05T08:06:22.249-05:00Sarah, this window and poem give my heart "th...Sarah, this window and poem give my heart "that fluttery feeling" and bring tears to my eyes -- I'm not sure why. I guess they remind me of simple things, simple times. I see myself especially in the middle stanza of the poem...and in this: "The images of yesterday come / The emotions of today emerge." I haven't yet begun Wild Writing, but I am looking forward to it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-69427944829964216262017-11-05T03:52:21.133-05:002017-11-05T03:52:21.133-05:00A beautiful window with a lovely poem by Sam Luna....A beautiful window with a lovely poem by Sam Luna. I can identify with the lines: "There was nothing to see, just buildings" because it's the sort of view that I also have. I like seeing flowers and greenery through the window you have chosen!Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17015603838340372502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346935990049787898.post-47572310458191702952017-11-05T01:25:27.683-04:002017-11-05T01:25:27.683-04:00Th image of your window seems the perfect match fo...Th image of your window seems the perfect match for Sam Luna's poem. Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08735860939861015204noreply@blogger.com