tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post774883722168577890..comments2024-03-28T05:06:48.071-04:00Comments on The Poem Farm: Celebrating Poet Laureate Joy HarjoAmy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-90832462703549592252019-06-26T00:56:40.880-04:002019-06-26T00:56:40.880-04:00"And somehow our pockets are full
of memorie..."And somehow our pockets are full <br />of memories we did not make."<br />Thanks for the beautiful imagery, and lovely pondering in your poem Amy, and in these lines. <br />Thanks also for sharing Joy Harjo's "Once the World Was Perfect." I hope we can bring our old world around a little bit…Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-42315182264322796582019-06-24T09:56:08.528-04:002019-06-24T09:56:08.528-04:00Another gift of a post! Thank you! Another gift of a post! Thank you! Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-7151185422551149312019-06-24T05:50:59.163-04:002019-06-24T05:50:59.163-04:00"A spark of kindness made a light." I lo..."A spark of kindness made a light." I love this line that seems to be a thread running through all of Harjo's work. Your response is stunning! I love the same lines Mary Lee chose. Those memories are precious. Thank you for this lovely post, Amy!Catherine Flynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00390699128046569127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-81628010236783582872019-06-23T23:32:06.829-04:002019-06-23T23:32:06.829-04:00Love your poem, Amy— the sparklewinter evenings, t...Love your poem, Amy— the sparklewinter evenings, the scent of fresh baked bread, the pocketed memories, the old words like smooth stones, the open palms, the knowing. All of it. It fits in so beautifully with this week's Joy Harjo celebration. xoMichelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-7053643627202291402019-06-22T19:21:32.336-04:002019-06-22T19:21:32.336-04:00"And somehow our pockets are full
of memories..."And somehow our pockets are full<br />of memories we did not make."<br /><br />This is what reading history, or from other cultures, does for us. Love it.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-85541670788137973212019-06-22T08:36:12.605-04:002019-06-22T08:36:12.605-04:00Your poem resonates with me today because I spent ...Your poem resonates with me today because I spent the week cleaning out my parents' house. They've moved to a retirement home. The past echoed in the walls of their home, in the books, the art, the furniture. It wasn't always a comfortable feeling, but your poem comforts me. Thanks. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-38537507532130915812019-06-22T01:11:20.194-04:002019-06-22T01:11:20.194-04:00I like Joy Harjo's poem (I shared a poem by he...I like Joy Harjo's poem (I shared a poem by her today too), but I love your poem "There Was a Time." Such magical words - sparklewinter evenings and lines, "We caress old words like smooth stones." <br />Thanks for sharing your process,"I simply read and read it again, aloud, listening for a connection, for something I could write in the silence of my listening." Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15929914252480696798noreply@blogger.com