tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post1760570057211394435..comments2024-01-02T17:11:24.498-07:00Comments on Catnip: ONE NIGHT IN THE RAINTimoteohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-29368125204559118602012-03-07T19:43:07.676-07:002012-03-07T19:43:07.676-07:00I like it still :)I like it still :)ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-88950540154962501962012-03-07T15:34:32.855-07:002012-03-07T15:34:32.855-07:00LORI, FRED, VIVINFRANCE:
Thanks for dropping by--s...LORI, FRED, VIVINFRANCE:<br />Thanks for dropping by--sorry I was out of beer!<br /><br />KERRY:<br />You just summarized my philosophy of poetry...authentic environment...yes, it's about life and living for me, and that occurs in authentic environments...a recognizable voice...a poem speaks to me when I can identify, in some way, with the situation--something I can recognize, or empathize with, in my own experience. <br /><br />Thanks for checking in!Timoteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-61395847635817575242012-03-07T07:45:33.803-07:002012-03-07T07:45:33.803-07:00I love a poem that places me in an authentic envir...I love a poem that places me in an authentic environment and speaks to me in a voice I can recognize, and your poem certainly did that for me.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-8479358358515578982012-03-07T07:09:03.980-07:002012-03-07T07:09:03.980-07:00A poem tinged with regret and/or guilt. You told i...A poem tinged with regret and/or guilt. You told it heart-rendingly.<br /><br />"I closed my eyes<br />the best kind of oblivion" Better than the alternative!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-61257552640057948762012-03-07T02:00:50.269-07:002012-03-07T02:00:50.269-07:00Nice job painted the story, love your own personal...Nice job painted the story, love your own personal anecdotes and asides throughout, doing a good job displaying your humorous side. Nice job. ThanksAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-14881629191715710702012-02-28T14:18:11.797-07:002012-02-28T14:18:11.797-07:00just wondering...did you mean to link up this one....just wondering...did you mean to link up this one..?Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-82090851052356065102012-02-22T22:39:09.838-07:002012-02-22T22:39:09.838-07:00wow, this is sad and cool. It's so strange to ...wow, this is sad and cool. It's so strange to be so close to someone in part of your life and then nothing for the rest, but we all have those memories that linger. And I can't help thinking about what was going on in her mind besides the obvious. Wonderful story :) Oh, and thanks for your opinion on the blogging questions. It looks like blogger is winning out so far, so maybe I'll stay put.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01547380098561803645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-54235610322794658402012-02-22T10:23:07.286-07:002012-02-22T10:23:07.286-07:00EVELYN, BRIAN, CAT, (didn't know you were alle...EVELYN, BRIAN, CAT, (didn't know you were allergic to gypsies--LOL) <br />TAYLOR, EVE, PAT, CLAUDIA, HEDGEWITCH, (here today, gone tomorrow--the transitory nature of our reality...is anything impermanent really real?) DIVALOUNGER, BEACHANNY,(love the insightfulness of what you said) NATASHA, JEN, AYALA:<br /><br />Thank you so much!Timoteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-47344960445838651572012-02-22T06:18:33.507-07:002012-02-22T06:18:33.507-07:00These lines are nicely done...but sad...the best k...These lines are nicely done...but sad...the best kind of oblivion<br />i saw the sunrise and the sea<br />i tasted the rain<br />i saw the passage of all my empty days<br />i almost forgot that i was running!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-22540973540958916742012-02-21T19:06:19.742-07:002012-02-21T19:06:19.742-07:00I think sometimes we do need a touch of levity in ...I think sometimes we do need a touch of levity in addressing this subject-- this is lovely, Tim-- no disclaimers needed...xxxjJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-15494798199127058782012-02-21T17:34:06.714-07:002012-02-21T17:34:06.714-07:00For the love of hanna, beware the puke green pea c...For the love of hanna, beware the puke green pea coat...in all seriousness...this is deep stuff. You pull in a great many of our fundamental internal debates...but you leave them to our own devices...and with MY runaway mind...well, I just might have to write a poem!Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-91451341471982848912012-02-21T17:23:13.460-07:002012-02-21T17:23:13.460-07:00When they leave you and never return, they do die ...When they leave you and never return, they do die as surely as if they no longer breathe. When you don't reach out to those you love, you let yourself die in their hearts. Their is a responsibility in friendship and heaven help the souls we have to reject for whatever reason. You bring it home here, friend.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-53076242071437268662012-02-21T16:03:53.402-07:002012-02-21T16:03:53.402-07:00blue lights flickered from overhead wires
i knew t...blue lights flickered from overhead wires<br />i knew that it was dangerous<br />i closed my eyes<br />the best kind of oblivion!<br /><br /><br />i love where this piece lives--the voice--the rhythm of it--Loved it<br /><br />@AudreyHowittAudrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-19755789079222627642012-02-21T15:51:32.803-07:002012-02-21T15:51:32.803-07:00Playing the serious music tonight, Timo--and as al...Playing the serious music tonight, Timo--and as always when you do, you blow me away. I also wrote once about that idea of those nameless and faceless ones, once as close as your own breath, now dead or not--who knows--but forever gone where the best oblivion is. This has got some great surreal jumps in it, and if you can ever find someone to go with you two by two into that Ark, my biggest congrats.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-67643696014342332762012-02-21T14:08:05.790-07:002012-02-21T14:08:05.790-07:00dang what a fine write...quite the journey..outwar...dang what a fine write...quite the journey..outward and inward..think that's one of my favs by you tim..love your reflective voice in thisClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-40806528556883611252012-02-21T13:51:33.423-07:002012-02-21T13:51:33.423-07:00Very surreal, as many tend to just go through life...Very surreal, as many tend to just go through life and leave it for the taking of whatever comes until there is no more, least that's where my mind went.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-20988338260125028932012-02-19T04:31:58.133-07:002012-02-19T04:31:58.133-07:00"i tasted the rain
i saw the passage of all m..."i tasted the rain<br />i saw the passage of all my empty days<br />i almost forgot that i was running"<br /><br />This evoked a strong memory of mine, one night while I cycled home alone in a thunderstorm. It was an amazing feeling! These lines made me remember it. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-7357321663410608852012-02-18T18:20:04.126-07:002012-02-18T18:20:04.126-07:00quite romantic.quite romantic.Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532576755186051550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-30900419375351450332012-02-18T14:59:16.366-07:002012-02-18T14:59:16.366-07:00... gypsy girl, eh ... I think I feel a sneezing f...... gypsy girl, eh ... I think I feel a sneezing fit come on ... Love, cat.^.^https://www.blogger.com/profile/17422876955246850636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-8671864459139163022012-02-18T11:02:32.966-07:002012-02-18T11:02:32.966-07:00i like the introspection int he last bit...charact...i like the introspection int he last bit...character or otherwise...particularly in thinking of where our trysts are now...though dead to us they still cling to us at times...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-18092860440074300722012-02-17T18:24:13.448-07:002012-02-17T18:24:13.448-07:00that last stanza, MAN.
you are so talented.that last stanza, MAN.<br />you are so talented.Evelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03773200135330787188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-29784999376686875642012-02-16T13:30:32.992-07:002012-02-16T13:30:32.992-07:00SHERRY,
Thank you, my sweet!
NENE,
Thanks so much...SHERRY,<br />Thank you, my sweet!<br /><br />NENE,<br />Thanks so much for your own thought process.Timoteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351410966396854582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-21414638748590114392012-02-16T07:39:16.548-07:002012-02-16T07:39:16.548-07:00Thanks for sharing this journey. Death can be an i...Thanks for sharing this journey. Death can be an individual choice by human beings and is everyday. Whether to our own person or to others by war, ignorance, lack of action.<br /><br />Many faceless people running around the world, many with that puke green color is worn.<br /><br />They are us.<br /><br />This was a good piece in that you incited this thought process.<br /><br />Gracias, mi amigo.Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052731808587837031.post-61565181226916776722012-02-15T22:37:15.262-07:002012-02-15T22:37:15.262-07:00"the best kind of oblivion. I saw the sunrise..."the best kind of oblivion. I saw the sunrise and the sea....." A melancholy poem, Timoteo, with a sad beauty.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com