tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post9059176404336094158..comments2023-11-03T04:24:05.324-07:00Comments on A Dwelling by The Sea: Fire and ice..Kathy Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12326495504453579091noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-21039256770580611752015-02-04T08:00:33.622-08:002015-02-04T08:00:33.622-08:00Those years I do not regret -
for a long time, you...Those years I do not regret -<br />for a long time, you in my heart I kept <br /><br />Sensuously most nostalgic. Great feelings brought out where many can relate to! Great lines Kathy!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-25538379067498959622015-02-04T05:13:23.787-08:002015-02-04T05:13:23.787-08:00all melts and disappears...no future perfect - you...all melts and disappears...no future perfect - your use of snow as both a reminder of the past, and as a metaphor for the past as well...very nicely done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-27860480792974846422015-02-04T00:14:55.029-08:002015-02-04T00:14:55.029-08:00Yes, appreciation of snow is all a question of dep...Yes, appreciation of snow is all a question of depth and duration!<br /><br />The poetic inversion gives this poem the atmosphere of a Victorian story, charming.vivinfrancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07388722600118753457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-30458118984917837012015-02-03T22:36:53.509-08:002015-02-03T22:36:53.509-08:00In the past tense but not forgotten... delicate, s...In the past tense but not forgotten... delicate, sweet, romantic and wistful... beautiful comparisons.Marina Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251903359649828285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-4356099863446008552015-02-03T19:04:18.813-08:002015-02-03T19:04:18.813-08:00Truly there is something unique and romantic about...Truly there is something unique and romantic about snow where it does not usually fall.. or even cold where heat and humidity rule the torrent of human heart...<br /><br />Homecoming and hot chocolate are truly delight when the nuance of snow is rare and stays magical too...in heart alight..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-68055057283195619732015-02-03T17:47:17.255-08:002015-02-03T17:47:17.255-08:00I enjoyed the nostalgia in this. Those first snow...I enjoyed the nostalgia in this. Those first snowfalls really do bring back memories, don't they?Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-15133642544829966542015-02-03T17:35:40.875-08:002015-02-03T17:35:40.875-08:00Great use of the snow throughout your poem, Kathy....Great use of the snow throughout your poem, Kathy. I liked the wistful tone too.Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-22834022236342870142015-02-03T17:34:37.197-08:002015-02-03T17:34:37.197-08:00I love the ending, how nostalgic and romantic K ~ ...I love the ending, how nostalgic and romantic K ~ May you always recall the fire with every first snowfall ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-18800312510082715422015-02-03T17:19:47.736-08:002015-02-03T17:19:47.736-08:00Very pretty. I enjoyed the parallelisms. Very pretty. I enjoyed the parallelisms. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-1922880866702598772015-02-03T16:50:19.429-08:002015-02-03T16:50:19.429-08:00Lovely!Lovely!Lisa A. Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11142569864419738394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-35709197083779589142015-02-03T16:23:01.479-08:002015-02-03T16:23:01.479-08:00How deliciously delicate - love it.How deliciously delicate - love it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-15717873254789323222015-02-03T14:21:35.863-08:002015-02-03T14:21:35.863-08:00The heat of the passion with the imagery of the sn...The heat of the passion with the imagery of the snow is splendid. :-)<br />-HAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-55743814922491387052015-02-03T13:52:14.633-08:002015-02-03T13:52:14.633-08:00Gosh, this is powerful.Gosh, this is powerful.Miskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10280369979543928659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-56590671277047634402015-02-03T13:49:17.335-08:002015-02-03T13:49:17.335-08:00Paramour of the past, all tight abs & hot lips...Paramour of the past, all tight abs & hot lips, sensuous co-mingling, but afterward nothing for the mind or spirit; let the ice man melt here in the Now; but nice that he flashes into a secret chamber of your heart when the first snowfall comes. Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-59165641634332348862015-02-03T13:44:00.833-08:002015-02-03T13:44:00.833-08:00all good things must come to an end... love your u...all good things must come to an end... love your use of snow metaphors... and how the 1st snowfall brings back those flaming memories... smniles Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-24719598181622007232015-02-03T13:26:02.252-08:002015-02-03T13:26:02.252-08:00The way to use the snow as a metaphor works so wel...The way to use the snow as a metaphor works so well here.I especially like the imagery of the melting snow that pulls you back into that memory...brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-30359185848634212922015-02-03T13:23:43.412-08:002015-02-03T13:23:43.412-08:00the melting tucked at my heart strings...the wanti...the melting tucked at my heart strings...the wanting to hold on but knowing there can't be a future...oy...Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245293878341271115.post-42019332606456384362015-02-03T13:17:52.321-08:002015-02-03T13:17:52.321-08:00So hard to know just what to expect;
all melts an...So hard to know just what to expect;<br /> all melts and disappears<br /><br />is the emotional line for me...also pairing it with them holding you...<br />giving doubt to that....<br /><br />when I was young I ran notoriously high temps...still do, though few and far between...<br />and during a snow storm one year, they laid me in the snow to get my temp down...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com