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Toney
Nicely done - using a particular object to drift into deeper memories. Great read.
Keep on...
-smartdog
posted by
smartdog_670
on October 22, 2006 at 10:16 AM
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Hi Tony
Mystical thoughts of long ago emerging , leaving a soulful feeling, and wonder. Good write Tone
posted by
lionladroar
on October 22, 2006 at 7:41 AM
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posted by
marieclaire66
on October 22, 2006 at 12:24 AM
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so expressive
posted by
star4sky5
on October 21, 2006 at 7:19 PM
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so expressive
posted by
star4sky5
on October 21, 2006 at 7:19 PM
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MC, I didn't see anything wrong with your comments or anyone's.
They were good interpretations of what I wrote. I didn't have time to explain the details of the photos or what I was trying to say, and realised afterwards the confusion that might arise, but left it as it was anyway. Sometimes the details and true-to-life aspects don't matter so much as the sentiments that come out of the poem. I thought your reading of it was very appropriate, don't worry!
posted by
Antonionioni
on October 21, 2006 at 3:48 PM
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ooops
I wish I could delete the nonsense I wrote, that is what i understood the first time I read it then got influenced by other people's comments...well blame other people that will teach me. just erase please...
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 21, 2006 at 3:39 PM
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Sorry everyone, been out today and couldn't respond!
I won't reply individually if you'll forgive me, and I haven't had time to look at many other people's work today, but i will as soon as I can. Just to clarify, the Fathers Day card is for me from my youngest daughter aged three, and the Paris photo is of my two older kids from 1999, it's not from when I was a kid. There are parallels between the lack of really great family holidays we had when I was a kid with my brother and sister and our parents, and then later on in my first marriage with our two kids, now in their teens. In that sense I'm equating myself with my father, rather than criticising him, because I myself experienced similar difficulties in giving to my kids all the things I'd have liked to have done. But I couldn't easily make all that clear within the sonnet. Even so, the main point was made - that just because love isn't proved by outward show doesn't mean it isn't there. The piano idea came from the location of my Dad's family photos. They were on top of the piano. Then I felt that his refusal to play the piano, not just for us but for himself, was a shame, because I've heard that he was really talented in his younger days before us kids came on the scene.
posted by
Antonionioni
on October 21, 2006 at 2:50 PM
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It would seem your pen was loaded today!
This is fabulous......
posted by
Troosha
on October 21, 2006 at 1:54 PM
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Tony, second read...with open eyes this time.
just woke up. Your poem is very poignant, and as Mneme said there is plenty of love expressed there from both sides, yours and your dad. In the old days, there was not always open displays of affection, at least not in my family, it is a shame but I have come to realize over the years, that there was love even though it was not expressed very well or if at all. The image of the piano lid is beautiful, it says it all. You know you could get beautiful music out of the piano, but you need a player. Your dad's heart was locked up under that piano lid when he should have been playing...but just knowing that he loved you all the same is of some comfort may be. Now go and play the piano and sing...figuratively or literally, you know what I mean.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 21, 2006 at 1:04 PM
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Reminds me of my own childhood.
posted by
SuccessWarrior
on October 21, 2006 at 8:39 AM
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Parents, Children, a family make
Excellently done, love is as love does...
posted by
FARSAILOR
on October 21, 2006 at 7:51 AM
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Hi Tony, love is never to be kept under the wraps. That I think says it all
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on October 21, 2006 at 7:28 AM
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I WROTE FOR YOU A POEM TO GOO SLEEP AND HAVE SWEET DREAMS IT JUST WAS INSPIRED FROM ALL THE BLOG TELLING YOU GO TO SLEEP IT FOR YOU ....
.....najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on October 21, 2006 at 6:42 AM
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Beautiful work .
posted by
afzal50
on October 21, 2006 at 5:49 AM
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I tend to agree with Marie-Claire - that line is quite important isn't it? "is it still love / if it isn't expressed" - in what way was it not expressed? there is love there in the father's day card still on display, and in the treasured photo from Paris.. our parents' generation, I think, tended to live life with the brakes on; it's a bit different now. I think there's more love in this sonnet than meets the eye - or the ear.
posted by
mneme
on October 21, 2006 at 5:14 AM
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It is a shame when love is kept under wrap unexpressed.
some things definitely should be said, we are so quick to express the negatives and afraid to see the positives, weird creatures humans, don't you think? i think it is sad that your dad stopped playing the piano. When we stop giving we deprive others of the opportunity of receiving the pleasure of our talents and our love. Life is too short. How many opportunities have we missed? too scary to consider but there is always another chance. do we learnf from our own mistakes and that of others? let us hope so.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 21, 2006 at 4:22 AM
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