Comments on: Silent Heart

By: Bone

Bone — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:18:43 +0000

Well, I always wanted to be loved for my words, though not quite like that

It’s so easy to see what sidewalk someone else is treading. Not as easy to see when it’s us. I really liked this Marcia. One of my favorite pieces of yours.

Cue “Desperado.”

Why thank you, Bone… of course, Leon just started singing a song he claims is Desperado now… Thanks a lot, but I love that you used sidewalk in your comment…

By: TC

TC — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 03:41:15 +0000

Does Leon know that you’re professing your love to another man via the Internet?

This seemed much like a stream of consciousness to me… thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts.

Thoughts and more thoughts is what I do, sigh… and if Leon BOTHERED to read this blog that he is SUPPOSED to be blogging on with me, well, he would know, wouldn’t he! GRIN.

By: j.c. montgomery

j.c. montgomery — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:49:56 +0000

“he struts mask intact on the sidewalks of dreams” – this is what sticks with me most after reading this. Wow. An artist hiding, or perhaps protecting that which he may be afraid to reveal? So much there, in your words, and so much to think about – nice, very nice!!

Thank you J.C., I loved that phrase the second my mind created it. Glad you liked it, too.

By: gautami tripathy

gautami tripathy — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:02:32 +0000

It can go in so many directions. A thought that can be explored further.

walking the sidewalk It could be explored, couldn't it.

By: Christine

Christine — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:43:37 +0000

I see a woman frustrated, a man so wrapped up in emotions he can't see straight. A whirlwind of images and thoughts. You evoke so much in your rush of words.

Christine, to evoke is what I so want to do, so thank you.

By: paisley

paisley — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 20:54:42 +0000

the feeling of helplessness to help or change or council anyone other than ourselves rings true to me here…. very nice “run on sentence”… and i love writing them myself…..

I try not to write them in my poetry too often, though I speak and live in them in my own world. I’m glad you saw what you did in my words, thank you.

By: pjd

pjd — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:13:44 +0000

This is really interesting. I’m not entirely sure what it means to you, but I hear a woman who has realized she no longer loves him enough to deal with his fickle emotions and lack of commitment. She’s cutting the line. Is that what you intended?

I almost dare not answer that, Peter, for it admits one of my weakness as a writer… I wrote it strictly by instinct, not with any intentions…merely putting on paper what came, and feeling the emotions. I did not, though, envision them connected in a relationship, the “I” was more of an observer in my mind, just sitting on a bench… but I do now see what you see when I read it more consciously!