tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post7733344691724526820..comments2024-01-21T21:52:09.008-08:00Comments on echoes of the hills: Teacher Might Have Been WrongSalem Lorothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02786501839467653361noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-9689953956799956712017-09-09T07:03:14.082-07:002017-09-09T07:03:14.082-07:00Thank you so much, good poet friends, for your tho...Thank you so much, good poet friends, for your thoughtful and positive comments. Let me visit your sites shortly. Sorry I was held with work.Salem Lorothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02786501839467653361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-14745683476993998882017-09-07T06:20:38.348-07:002017-09-07T06:20:38.348-07:00A wonderful commentary on life in our society, and...A wonderful commentary on life in our society, and on what we choose to remember and to forget in the throes of living. Well done.Sarah Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06548593069470592148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-52930514317663636312017-09-06T20:21:42.785-07:002017-09-06T20:21:42.785-07:00A powerful piece A powerful piece Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-2926113490793592412017-09-06T18:41:45.651-07:002017-09-06T18:41:45.651-07:00the only algebra
that matters is one that is more ...the only algebra<br />that matters is one that is more immediate<br />like hunger pangs... the race for survival, the fragmented attention spans, the fickle memories.. you've summed up city life very well.Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-18895123109067622082017-09-06T16:34:10.787-07:002017-09-06T16:34:10.787-07:00wow what a powerful poem which hits here and now w...wow what a powerful poem which hits here and now with the harsh reality of life and the sadness how life has changed for the worse as many sell their soul for money as life indeed has become too fast and people don't take time anymore to listen to the beauty of the flute. Yes he will be missed.Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458942200244031009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-76260211742355254962017-09-06T14:29:45.446-07:002017-09-06T14:29:45.446-07:00How eloquently you describe the pathos of many in ...How eloquently you describe the pathos of many in your city. You are a voice of reality.indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-67933401460151024272017-09-06T12:08:58.041-07:002017-09-06T12:08:58.041-07:00"But when caught up in the heady waters
of li..."But when caught up in the heady waters<br />of life, the mind soon realizes that the only algebra<br />that matters is one that is more immediate . . ."<br /><br />How ironic! You show the opposite in this amazing journey of a poem--how much greatness is lost when we live like you show in that breathless verse of living for now. It is possible that my poem for today, though very different, has the same meaning.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-70928007508525027882017-09-06T12:04:29.448-07:002017-09-06T12:04:29.448-07:00'Our minds just occupy fleeting thoughts' ...'Our minds just occupy fleeting thoughts' this is so true on so many levels..Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-37733707442413985382017-09-06T09:56:17.217-07:002017-09-06T09:56:17.217-07:00When you write a poem, kiddo, it packs a punch. T...When you write a poem, kiddo, it packs a punch. This poem is life, for certain, in all of its rush and bustle and the occasional fleeting moment of grace and wonder. I love the flute player, and his music which was breath and ease. I live for such moments and, where I live now, there are many. The pace is slow, the waves are infinite, and there is a sky-show going on every minute. I so love your writing, Grandson. And your worldview. You truly SEE the people who often go invisible. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-48325392721464883142017-09-06T09:13:56.235-07:002017-09-06T09:13:56.235-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.John Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00020697451985437188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2789428075439826847.post-49606632717707971672017-09-06T08:43:34.575-07:002017-09-06T08:43:34.575-07:00This poem is a huge chunk of life, very truthful &...This poem is a huge chunk of life, very truthful & honest. Love the algebra portion & the man with the flute.Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.com