tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post6149591794448133481..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Annie Died Too Youngchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-44794193795962680782010-10-24T19:37:11.107-07:002010-10-24T19:37:11.107-07:00:) does it matter?
it's all beautiful:) does it matter?<br />it's all beautifuljozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-32731147670923805622010-10-24T11:41:00.894-07:002010-10-24T11:41:00.894-07:00But Jozien, that photo is of me in 2002. I am in ...But Jozien, that photo is of me in 2002. I am in a time of life where big changes happen in fairly short time. I don't look like that.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-65116906689602486882010-10-24T08:47:14.001-07:002010-10-24T08:47:14.001-07:00Christopher! i was just trying to calm myself down...Christopher! i was just trying to calm myself down, and now i see this photo of you. You are not helping :D, now i am over the top excited, and can't read a word of your posts. I have to come back later when i am calmer, to do just that. xxxjozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-11831603006204223672010-10-23T20:23:08.392-07:002010-10-23T20:23:08.392-07:00oh, my.
(o).
no words. i am leaving a stone.oh, my. <br /><br />(o). <br /><br /><br />no words. i am leaving a stone.Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964772119118368322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-41800211429115795362010-10-23T19:28:51.314-07:002010-10-23T19:28:51.314-07:00Jarvenpa, thank you for your kind words. My mothe...Jarvenpa, thank you for your kind words. My mother was one of a kind. That's not all good news, but I can say with complete confidence that there are many people on the planet who were changed for the better by her presence in their lives. In certain places they still remember her. Along the way, she got a bit of recognition and she worked very hard for it.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-58579307078255702532010-10-23T16:24:20.480-07:002010-10-23T16:24:20.480-07:00Christopher, very poignant indeed.
Your mother ha...Christopher, very poignant indeed.<br /><br />Your mother has a look of mischief and wisdom in this photo.<br /><br />And the poem is...I don't know. Like a little stone picked up by the sea, round and worn and perfect.jarvenpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04709417058741577802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-20380651420667778722010-10-23T15:56:46.233-07:002010-10-23T15:56:46.233-07:00(((Lucy)))
Annie, you may see why I am fond of yo...(((Lucy)))<br /><br />Annie, you may see why I am fond of your name. Thank you for your sense of things. This month is the ninth anniversary of my wife's passing. I still think like that even though we had been divorced for five years by then. The poem however was written a year ago last August and was not an anniversary poem.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-82056021912171255102010-10-23T13:36:38.094-07:002010-10-23T13:36:38.094-07:00The photo of you holds all the poems emotion in th...The photo of you holds all the poems emotion in the colors. It is simply stunning in simplicity. The warmth of your jacket, the blue of jeans as sea, the cloak of misty air, the hole...dug and spread. Beautiful and haunting. Your love and sincerity is touching.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-4756568927042470882010-10-23T11:34:35.810-07:002010-10-23T11:34:35.810-07:00A beautiful photo of you.
I love the idea of bein...A beautiful photo of you.<br /><br />I love the idea of being washed away by the sea like that.<br /><br />Yes, poems must make a safe space.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-60119543195653915002010-10-23T06:32:35.054-07:002010-10-23T06:32:35.054-07:00Shanti, shanti, shantihi.Shanti, shanti, shantihi.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-46975255702327435632010-10-23T06:31:42.282-07:002010-10-23T06:31:42.282-07:00Thank you, all. It is a risk to be this naked. Y...Thank you, all. It is a risk to be this naked. Your reverence is an honor to me, a support to my dignity. It is one of the true gifts of poetry that it can lift our communication out of the small and ordinary into the antechambers that surround the heart of the temple.<br /><br />It is the purpose of ceremony as well. When we went to Newport it was from the Portland Metro area that we departed, so there was a pilgrim's journey of several hours. We really did encounter the fog for that is not the early morning fog in the picture, but is the weather of midday on the year's anniversary of Anne's passing. I dressed differently from my habit, conscious that I was going to be entering into ceremony. The moment recorded in this second photo is not a moment of ordinary time. It is a moment of sacred time.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-38188625794898118302010-10-23T05:26:12.960-07:002010-10-23T05:26:12.960-07:00namaste(helloo in hindi) christopher,
i'm new...namaste(helloo in hindi) christopher,<br /><br />i'm new to your side of the wall here...and the very first time i'm posting ...there isn't really much that can be said after reading this....i think no words would qualify .....<br /><br />by this you let us into your life....which is profound...manik sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055072451804840121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-68479881046035867592010-10-23T04:04:49.597-07:002010-10-23T04:04:49.597-07:00I was feeling
what Liz wrote, as I read this.
The ...I was feeling<br />what Liz wrote, as I read this.<br />The door opened.<br /><br />And I saw you.<br /><br />When I cry now what does it mean? <br /><br />Only that.<br />only that.<br /><br />Your poem is beautiful. Somehow it strikes me as sustenance from the spoon, as though my body is sick and I know that if I can just eat this, I will live.<br /><br />much much love, christopher<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-38014956203514709542010-10-22T21:36:51.214-07:002010-10-22T21:36:51.214-07:00Dearest Christopher...
I haven't many words t...Dearest Christopher...<br /><br />I haven't many words tonight...<br /><br />With this post you just let us into that private room. <br /><br />I feel very still and quiet.<br /><br />Thank you so much sharing your life.<br /><br />Love from Liz.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com