tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post4176333351344608768..comments2024-03-29T11:22:55.201-04:00Comments on The Poem Farm: Triolet for a StoneAmy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-43569522097687849862019-05-30T17:24:31.202-04:002019-05-30T17:24:31.202-04:00Hi, Amy. I'm a huge fan of this form. I love t...Hi, Amy. I'm a huge fan of this form. I love the way it acts like a little box to hold in the poem's big thoughts. Your poem speaks to me -- I often carry a stone or shell, especially if I'm going somewhere busy or loud. They *are* calming.author amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09800868615186010584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-13902981537813787382019-05-27T18:17:26.220-04:002019-05-27T18:17:26.220-04:00Thanks for your centering poem Amy. I also liked t...Thanks for your centering poem Amy. I also liked the earlier Triolet your wrote, "Grandpa's Banjo" as I have a banjo that's waiting for me to tune…Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-16750897365868362892019-05-26T20:46:31.425-04:002019-05-26T20:46:31.425-04:00Your stone reminds me of two stones that were sitt...Your stone reminds me of two stones that were sitting right near the place where my brother collapsed last year when my other brother and I were visiting the site just days after his death. We each took one of the stone and I keep mine in a special place to remind me of the moment we saw them. To us they are a gift from our brother. Thank you for your post, Amy.Danihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03614784478517920789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-11592716551168858792019-05-26T08:45:43.193-04:002019-05-26T08:45:43.193-04:00This is such a calming poem. Thank you!This is such a calming poem. Thank you!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-81039451798170134032019-05-26T08:40:02.607-04:002019-05-26T08:40:02.607-04:00Calming and lovely.Calming and lovely.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-3599435063705664592019-05-25T12:45:12.469-04:002019-05-25T12:45:12.469-04:00Oh Amy, thank you for this. When I go for walks wi...Oh Amy, thank you for this. When I go for walks with my two year old grandchildren, they are always picking up rocks and putting them in their pocket. Sometimes they end up throwing them, but they often end up home with us. Your poem today reminds of the comfort touching a stone brings, and how significant it is from the earliest times in our lives. Cheriee Weichelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-51414535639223324062019-05-25T09:53:48.183-04:002019-05-25T09:53:48.183-04:00So lovely - thank you! So lovely - thank you! Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-11411646599864019622019-05-25T05:55:17.576-04:002019-05-25T05:55:17.576-04:00Simple and beautiful....as a smooth stone.Simple and beautiful....as a smooth stone.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.com