tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post1601818807186028839..comments2023-11-03T03:59:48.985-05:00Comments on *Laurie Kolp Poetry*: A Worried WhirlLaurie Kolphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-34517685851321780052011-07-30T23:43:49.145-05:002011-07-30T23:43:49.145-05:00Laurie, a lovely ending. Your use of "siren&q...Laurie, a lovely ending. Your use of "siren" was surprising to me, but tender. I just love the way this one ends. We covered similar ground, but I love the way your poem really reflects who the speaker is.<br /><br />RichardMr. Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05507517064398624652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-12967148495532090062011-07-08T22:47:56.064-05:002011-07-08T22:47:56.064-05:00Oops, that was me. Didn't aim to be Anonymouse...Oops, that was me. Didn't aim to be Anonymouse.Mike Patrickhttp://thepoetsquill.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-41288638480763267372011-07-08T22:46:54.117-05:002011-07-08T22:46:54.117-05:00So many lovely lines woven into a special moment. ...So many lovely lines woven into a special moment. You paint a perfect scene.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-55262953474919133712011-07-07T21:21:10.081-05:002011-07-07T21:21:10.081-05:00Love the way you used floss: "dirty feet toss...Love the way you used floss: "dirty feet tossed and flossed the greens." A very special, bittersweet piece! My 'baby' was married June 25 and is flying to Ireland tonight, on his honeymoon!Mariannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17734900426632493796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-16239846056307107882011-07-07T10:45:59.529-05:002011-07-07T10:45:59.529-05:00Laurie, I love "could this be my kicking gut....Laurie, I love "could this be my kicking gut." Sweet sadness watching them grow and eventually go...brenda whttp://undercaws.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-57952906711915227282011-07-07T04:58:48.454-05:002011-07-07T04:58:48.454-05:00I know this feeling so well!I know this feeling so well!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-29948327989392948712011-07-06T08:27:49.443-05:002011-07-06T08:27:49.443-05:00My 'babies' are both Dads now; I don't...My 'babies' are both Dads now; I don't know where the time went!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803472040500529682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-8226182172434852312011-07-05T23:34:20.771-05:002011-07-05T23:34:20.771-05:00Laurie, "All I could see was the baby he used...Laurie, "All I could see was the baby he used to be." Isn't that just the way with moms? Mine is 22 and I feel the same quantum time leap. This was a great used of the wordle, hon. Thx, AmyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-25765996555358479052011-07-05T19:22:15.037-05:002011-07-05T19:22:15.037-05:00I had a favourite two or three lines but by the ti...I had a favourite two or three lines but by the time I finished reading I loved them all. My baby is an expectant father, now.<br /><br />margoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com