11/22/2013 18:58:38 PM
sorry to hear of the health issues...glad all is well for now....take care of yourself too...smiles.
11/22/2013 12:45:56 PM
I enjoyed this, Myrna, especially the dishwasher muse!!
11/21/2013 12:42:43 PM
When nothing comes there is always writing about not writing which nicely fits between the gaps. Well done. >KB
11/21/2013 01:45:40 AM
Myrna,I recognize those irritating, background sounds. The ones that interfere with our thinking and the clarity. For me it is the bleeping microwave bell. An impatience, not even calling me, but someone else!!!Happy writing Myrna:)
11/20/2013 18:36:05 PM
Reality and creativity blended and interspersed beautifully! The rhythm of the dishwasher can be intimidating. Wonderful write Myrna!Hank
11/20/2013 10:46:44 AM
sometimes we just have to roll with whatever is tumbling through our minds (and dishwashers) and trust that the process is what matters most.
11/20/2013 01:08:31 AM
haha...the zombie brides made me smile... there are certain noises that can rob us off the last nerves...smiles... but somehow - it anyway sparked a poem...smiles
11/19/2013 21:54:37 PM
The rhythm is your dishwasher seems to be MUCH more inspirational than in my own. Which is only an excuse - your grasp on creativity is MUCH more skilled than I can dream of. Though the zombie brides will haunt my nightmares for a while...
11/19/2013 20:22:15 PM
I like this! Especially the brides roaming at Target. Great image.
11/19/2013 19:52:35 PM
Ohh! I can relate to these kind of moments. Vain attempt
11/19/2013 19:33:57 PM
haha...zombie brides at target ---well that could be start of a fabulous bit of commentary, just saying....smiles...ah dont be embarassed, its there....it will come...smiles.
11/16/2013 12:19:11 PM
Lovely, Myrna... something to think about.
11/14/2013 19:14:27 PM
Beautifully done. Stars like words. Essences. Breath and life and memory. I loved it.
11/14/2013 14:15:45 PM
This is wonderful -- full of things to think about and vivid images as well. Hmmm
my last poem. Guess I better make each one everything it can be!
11/14/2013 13:00:06 PM
"You lived your poem. It was art." Fantastic! That is the gift the blogosphere gives us - it keeps us writing, we produce more poetry than we otherwise might, and we leave behind our work - and it was art! LOVE this poem. One of your best - it lifts
11/14/2013 12:28:02 PM
Lovely words and a stark reminder that the words we write today ... the words we speak today ... could be our last. We need to make them count.
11/14/2013 09:25:04 AM
So true Myrna ~ This filled me with smiles and light hearted thoughts ~ Thank you ~
11/14/2013 04:27:57 AM
Great title with your poem! Hoping to feel that contentment and satisfaction - on a day that is far, far away though!
11/14/2013 01:25:12 AM
you lived your poem - love this, life is in the way we convey our inner thoughts.
11/14/2013 00:37:30 AM
Congratulations dear Myrna. New things are always fun and wonderful to behold. I think of the first time I stepped by here. Joy always,Susan
11/14/2013 00:35:49 AM
This was a bit pensive and gloomy, Myrna. I wonder what made you think of this. and no one ever knows what and when it will be the last. I guess one should write every single one as if it's the last.Joy always,Susan
11/14/2013 00:33:46 AM
yeah. JUST that way!ALOHA from HonoluluComfort Spiral =^..^=
11/13/2013 23:55:36 PM
Thought provoking. I hope to disappear into a rainbow. Colour and magic.
11/13/2013 23:29:58 PM
Very thought provoking. Really donot know what will happen to our blogs once we are .....you know dead.
11/13/2013 23:07:20 PM
that poem that is our life...that is us...and yes..we won't care for rhythm, rhyme, comments then... it will just be what it is and what's the sum or maybe the essence of us...
11/13/2013 22:04:14 PM
ha. yes. maybe on that last day we will realize what is more important...and just let poetry be...and hope for sure you lived that poem to the best of your ability...smiles.
11/13/2013 21:55:19 PM
all of us def wish This last poem to be heavy with substance...love to be in that sweet night where stars like words recite and celebrate to remind that i've lived my poem....... lovely thoughts and some unforgettable lines...very nicely crafted.
11/13/2013 21:09:55 PM
Wow, Myrna...this really gives me food for thought. We never really know when we will write our last poem, do we? I do think sometime as well that life is poetry, poetry is life. And I like the idea of life as art.
11/12/2013 22:23:45 PM
Oh, congratulations, Myrna! I'm so happy for you and the entire family. A new little baby girl. :)And another beautifully written poem by you for her. I hope you're going to put it in her baby book!
11/12/2013 19:55:07 PM
Congrats on the new kiddo to your sea, sure she will be lots of fun for thee
11/12/2013 17:16:53 PM
may blessings flow, an abundance of love and joy!
11/12/2013 15:37:07 PM
yay congratulations on the family addition...that is awesome...and the one will def enrich your life and open your eyes to plenty of new things...smiles....they def teach us much...
11/12/2013 15:23:08 PM
How sweet.. and many congrats.. new life is pure joy. lovely
11/12/2013 15:14:02 PM
Oh, how lovely, both the event itself and your poem about it.
11/12/2013 15:07:19 PM
oh nice...congrats on your baby granddaughter .... love how a new life always gets us reflective about our own childhood...the emotions and first's... smell of rain.. love it myrna....and i can imagine what a wonderful grandmother you are...smile
11/12/2013 14:57:50 PM
Congratulations - to you, to the parents. to the new joy in the world.
11/12/2013 13:46:25 PM
Congratulations, Myrna!! Welcome to the world, sweet little girl!
11/12/2013 13:43:02 PM
Congratulations, Myrna. Now your world will double in joy. And how lucky to have a granddaughter AND a grandson, one of each. Wonderful news. Enjoy every milky moment. Newborns are pure magic. I long for a baby granddaughter of my own.
11/11/2013 19:46:54 PM
I love the way you play on the "horse of many colors" idea and relate it to your life. The harshness with which we treat ourselves and others--and children!
11/09/2013 17:06:50 PM
Well, that's just awesome!! I like the red and white to pink analogy.I think some riders to tend to ignore the horses' pain, good observance. My cousin, the horse lady, says horses have their own secret worlds and prefer their own kind to us.
11/05/2013 13:40:50 PM
So sad...I love that you still see horses through tinted lenses...beautiful.
11/05/2013 09:59:07 AM
BEautiful dear Myrna
I'm glad you still are able to see through the tint of love, openness and possibility!Please consider yourself officially invited to participate this year's 5th Annual Gratitude (word) Quilt. Instructions (it is very s
11/03/2013 08:24:27 AM
How sad that someone would rip your pink horse when you were five. I love the imagination of children. It is something to foster, not something to destroy. I am glad you still see horses through tinted lenses.
11/03/2013 03:03:29 AM
ah she had never heard about fauvism...color the world how you see it... i love how you connect to the horse on a different level - how your reality was much bigger and deeper of that what someone else would see in it... and that for me makes a big p
11/03/2013 02:42:21 AM
Ah, I can truly relate to that. A nursery teacher once tore up my son's drawing of a monkey (in all colours of the rainbow), because she said 'all monkeys are brown'. And my son came home crying: 'But it was monkey-shaped fireworks th
11/03/2013 01:15:55 AM
You see more than the visual in the world around you. You see with wisdom and heart, M!ALOHA from HonoluluComfort Spiral =^..^=
11/02/2013 23:32:12 PM
And people like that would tell you that there are no unicorns either. What a sad and drab world they live in.
11/02/2013 22:39:51 PM
Ah, the horse of a different color....a phrase we use sometimes in a deleterious manner...here you give the horse due honor and praise and poetically let us know everyone is beautiful, no matter what color or class or gender or origin..a favorite ani
11/02/2013 20:21:11 PM
one of my favorite horses, Snickers was almost pink. He was very proud and would have been horrified - but still we trusted him to carry the smallest children.
11/02/2013 20:11:08 PM
Very nice. I love the connection between the horses and yourself! :-)
11/02/2013 19:24:57 PM
smiles...i like how you worked in horse of a different color and rose colored glasses...too it made me think on how many things (horses included) we can take for granted in what they do for us...love watching the horses at the stables nearby...
11/02/2013 18:59:03 PM
...your colour may be dark or white or yellow, or whatever is seen deep down your skin but it doesn't mean you are you with the colour you model.... what the world see is only skin deep... it's you who'll decide what colour you represent
11/02/2013 18:30:21 PM
Lovely creation and reminder to cherish our imaginations :)
11/02/2013 18:11:19 PM
I look at horses like that too - through the tinted lens of love... wish more people were willing to seea lovely poem
11/02/2013 18:00:53 PM
The way we see others and they, us , are different and may be rose-tinted ~ I like to look at reality but in mind it can be a different color or shape ~ Happy weekend ~PS - perfect title ~
11/02/2013 17:20:42 PM
Myrna, this was a lovely poem. Well done and a great read. >KB
11/01/2013 09:12:44 AM
Aren't boogeymen usually found on the disco dance floor? (LOL)
11/01/2013 07:48:53 AM
Real life monsters are the most dangerous sort!!
10/31/2013 22:46:03 PM
The first two lines, really are a legitimate fear... being watched, unknowingly, and someone who isn't honest.
10/31/2013 21:29:02 PM
The Monster of the Id!!Myrna Dear, it's always a thrill to see that you contributed to the Friday FunIt's a sure sign of a Top Shelf story.Loved your Ghoulish 55Thanks for playing, don't be such a stranger, thanks for your support, and ha
10/31/2013 21:11:57 PM
Cool title. I think leering pumpkins are the creepiest.
10/31/2013 19:43:17 PM
Yikes if the monsters are real ~ Perfect virtual laughter at the end ~Happy Halloween ~
10/31/2013 16:45:46 PM
"I give you monsters real".......this is a cool spooky poem, Myrna.........I especially love the HHHHHAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH - what I say every morning, to the mirror - cackle.
10/31/2013 15:08:46 PM
eeeeekkkkkk....there are def real boogey men out there...if you dont watch...far worse than any film monster.....
10/31/2013 14:38:51 PM
Oh my. Fear is such a powerful beastie. Perhaps the ugliest monster I know...
10/31/2013 13:33:44 PM
oh i like that title...from fear with love...ha... fear can be our worst enemy at times... makes the a bit scary things really HUGEly scary...
10/31/2013 11:30:46 AM
Happy Halloween to you too ~
10/30/2013 18:52:55 PM
actually playfully deep!ALOHA from HonoluluComfort Spiral =^..^=
10/28/2013 12:25:34 PM
Hilarious!Zombie friends-zombie kids,lol!
10/27/2013 20:46:35 PM
This is a riot... or could possibly cause a riot... either way, loved it!
10/27/2013 10:54:10 AM
This is Hilarious!! Love the cultural references. FYI my kids are totally zombies when they are tired:)
10/27/2013 03:24:34 AM
Brilliant! And underneath the light-hearted tone, a serious message, about not judgin others too quickly.
10/26/2013 22:29:37 PM
Perfect last line. Only we can choose what we will be! For some reason this line made me chuckle: "Education - no Zombie left behind." My new mantra! Well done & some great food for thought!
10/26/2013 21:13:58 PM
Someone has to stick up for them, they are so misunderstood, hee hee. Good one, Myrna!
10/26/2013 19:23:02 PM
Clever, quirky and brilliant!
10/26/2013 18:51:13 PM
..thanks for the education...fun to and smartly written!
10/26/2013 18:47:30 PM
Learn to recognize the Zombie shuffle.Do not fear or hate them, show compassionI would like to do that, to recognize them and show compassion! But sadly they're just abhorring. The zombies I know I think are also some friends! Great write Myrna!
10/26/2013 17:50:29 PM
Many are the zombies, passing through days, with no clear perception of reality. I am one of those... I am a zombie.Very well-written, giving the nightmarish monster another look through your eyes.-HA
10/26/2013 16:41:16 PM
I love how you made Zombies culture a part of our mainstream culture ~ They are indeed come to think of it ~ Really enjoyed this Myrna ~
10/26/2013 16:34:58 PM
Oh this is just brilliant.. no we unless they start to pick my brain I have nothing against zombies...
10/26/2013 15:52:16 PM
Interesting take on the Zombie subject. >KB
10/26/2013 15:21:36 PM
Smiles here. A wonderful topic, gently camoflagued in fun.
10/21/2013 05:44:59 AM
Yes you can never tell...women are so very strong. Beautiful poem...besotted by the lines 'Does it cling until it's worninvisible garments torn to shredsexposing its naked essenceas if to say, "Yes, this is me undressed."'
10/19/2013 21:34:02 PM
Your comment at the end of this poem made me think of my great-uncle. So many times the nursing home called to say it was time, and family would come down. Sadly, there were enough of these calls that people stopped coming and none did when the tim
10/16/2013 13:36:53 PM
Am sure this was difficult to write but you describe what you witness so well. Sad, bittersweet.
10/16/2013 13:27:07 PM
Myrna,So sorry that sorrow has been with your world again. It seems not so long ago that your mother passed away also. Your poem links well into my own life, and the life of my auntie, who is also in an other world with memory loss. A slow walk towar
10/16/2013 12:58:35 PM
Sending love and tenderness to you and your family Myrna... love and tenderness as pure as that which allowed you to express what you are witnessing and feeling so beautifully, so kindly in your poem.
10/15/2013 23:40:30 PM
So beautiful, Myrna. You truly have a gift for writing. Whenever I read your works of art, I'm filled with wonder and admiration for you. (Also, I know you're going through a difficult time. Please remember to take care of yourself, too.)
10/15/2013 22:22:52 PM
Wow. This is very, very powerful.
10/15/2013 21:21:29 PM
This one hit home . . . its always hard watching those we love in that transition. Powerful, emotional piece that gave me a lump in my throat.
10/15/2013 20:50:27 PM
Such a tragedy to lose one's memories......dhole
10/15/2013 18:48:57 PM
Not easy at all, hard every time
10/15/2013 18:45:28 PM
This is a very difficult and honest piece of work. The pain of watching someone we love disappearing more and more every day. Two of my dear aunts have alzheimer's. Such a painful disease to witness.
10/15/2013 17:45:04 PM
p.s. Watched two WONDERFUL movies this past weekend on the same topic - one, called Unfinished Song, with Vanessa Redgrave was especially poignant and transformative - about old age, and the possibility of joy. Also Still Mine, about an elderly coupl
10/15/2013 17:43:16 PM
An amazing thought to me, but rings so true - that our lives wear out like thin, worn, frayed garments that leave our essence exposed and shining at the end. Fantastic, Myrna!!!!!!!! I am sorry about the stress your family is under right now.......bu
10/15/2013 17:31:31 PM
So hard to watch a loved one fading away ~ Very moving write ~ Sending hugs to you ~
10/15/2013 16:33:24 PM
Beautiful. And I firmly believe that linear time is often NOT the best way of looking at life, at love...
10/14/2013 20:33:24 PM
I often feel this way. Thanks for saying it.
10/10/2013 15:47:47 PM
That ending, that ending. A million thanks. Sometimes you're carried away by a poem only for it to fail at the end. Yours was magnificent from beginning to end. Many thanks.Greetings from London.
10/08/2013 20:19:54 PM
I totally needed that!