tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post4795291742779791911..comments2024-03-25T10:11:33.233-04:00Comments on Poems by Arcadia Maria: snow daysArcadia Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632127814188649845noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-21937204545147298362017-01-10T21:09:43.658-05:002017-01-10T21:09:43.658-05:00I too liked how you connected seeing the man by th...I too liked how you connected seeing the man by the road to your past memory as a child enjoying the snow. Certainly perspectives can change through the years and with our circumstances.Gayle Walters Rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-2268425407334011962017-01-10T20:10:33.841-05:002017-01-10T20:10:33.841-05:00Thank you everyone for reading and commenting. :)Thank you everyone for reading and commenting. :)Arcadia Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02632127814188649845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-32593128400330212722017-01-10T20:09:07.524-05:002017-01-10T20:09:07.524-05:00Very trueVery trueArcadia Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02632127814188649845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-1001461904797832552017-01-10T17:40:16.306-05:002017-01-10T17:40:16.306-05:00this works so beautifully....the joy for you as a ...this works so beautifully....the joy for you as a child in the snow....countered by the man cold with the sign. Heartful. JaneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-79668620980223609152017-01-10T15:59:29.120-05:002017-01-10T15:59:29.120-05:00Oh, yes, our perspective on snow can certainly cha...Oh, yes, our perspective on snow can certainly change depending on our circumstances and exposure to it.C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-28529925675831776952017-01-10T15:17:00.955-05:002017-01-10T15:17:00.955-05:00Love how you tied the present back to the memory.....Love how you tied the present back to the memory... I still love snow sometimes, but not when I have to work. If I'm free and can use my skies it's perfect. Lovely haikubrudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-32582861085708182962017-01-10T13:38:45.283-05:002017-01-10T13:38:45.283-05:00yes, you brought me back to that space in my child...yes, you brought me back to that space in my childhood. Thanks.<br />ZQZQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08521836993023109556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-64427590505651727022017-01-10T12:59:45.142-05:002017-01-10T12:59:45.142-05:00Lovely story. My mom taught me how to make snow an...Lovely story. My mom taught me how to make snow angels. I think like that too about the destitute people holding up signs in the cold. I think "when I was a freshman in college, he was probably just being born." And I think about how his life could have turned out differently. Very sad. What happens to a person that makes them feel that choice is reasonable? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-28953753487119767502017-01-10T12:47:19.399-05:002017-01-10T12:47:19.399-05:00Sadly I see these things around me in the city sub...Sadly I see these things around me in the city subway specially ~ Maybe he did once but he became bitter and broken in the later years ~ So sad though... Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-54927983926014437752017-01-10T09:14:48.745-05:002017-01-10T09:14:48.745-05:00Excellent haibun with good description and the jux...Excellent haibun with good description and the juxtapositioning of the man, out in the cold, and his feelings about snow now. Haiiku wraps it up nicely.lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-40756461292142777212017-01-10T04:40:20.623-05:002017-01-10T04:40:20.623-05:00I used to love the snow very much, but have fallen...I used to love the snow very much, but have fallen a little out of love with it lately, especially in cities where it is nothing but dirty slush and cold black ice. I like the way your poetry started with one thing and veered off into a different direction - if it doesn't surprise you when you write it, it's not really poetry, right?Marina Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251903359649828285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-22936063808498317092017-01-09T23:07:26.421-05:002017-01-09T23:07:26.421-05:00I love the point of view you took. Probably, it i...I love the point of view you took. Probably, it is close to the truth.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638419166716476380.post-20656943571365086832017-01-09T22:16:32.719-05:002017-01-09T22:16:32.719-05:00The snow is a nuisance for me as well, although th...The snow is a nuisance for me as well, although the first few snowfalls, the warmer, wetter kind that leave the trees coated in white are still a delight to walk through. However, I don't make snow angels anymore.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.com