tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post1738918902224697629..comments2024-03-12T18:35:38.601-05:00Comments on Not Dark Yet: Form and Substance: How a Sonnet Saved My LifeCharles Kinnairdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651225996573989932noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post-25079490886096320382012-08-08T22:09:48.109-05:002012-08-08T22:09:48.109-05:00Charlie, "I hardly knew ye". What an in...Charlie, "I hardly knew ye". What an inspiration your writing is to us all. Many years ago, when I was filled with a lot of angst, I wrote poetry. It was catharic for me. I quit for some reason--I guess Ithought the writing was terrible--but anyway my jpourney as a nurse opened many "learning" and spiritual moments for which I am most gratful. I am glad you found your true path and appreciate your "blog".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post-31312344216182169712011-08-25T23:18:19.307-05:002011-08-25T23:18:19.307-05:00Thanks Kathleen, Arlen, and Dan (aka bed1302e-ce0b...Thanks Kathleen, Arlen, and Dan (aka bed1302e-ce0b-11e0-a31b-000bcdcb5194).<br />Kathleen, I love the Buechner quote! Thanks for stopping by my blog.<br />Arlen, you have done well on the journey - you honor me by indicating that mine may be comparable to yours.<br />Dan - I remember that 52 pickup tromping over those barriers. We had a time at Frisco Bay! I am thrilled that my blog inspired your poem that you posted here!Charles Kinnairdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07651225996573989932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post-90350055327710648002011-08-23T23:44:43.066-05:002011-08-23T23:44:43.066-05:00Charlie,
It is nice hearing from you, especially ...Charlie,<br /><br />It is nice hearing from you, especially your heart. It may have seasoned with age over the years but its still the same Charlie I knew and love. In your sonnet you speak of boundaries, structure, guidance, and the paradox of metaphors. I have learned to deal with these over the years, maybe excelled too well at conforming to expectations. Getting married, starting a family, pursuing a career, all these forces shape our actions and thus have their affect on our lives and dreams. In my heart remains that Missouri country boy in his ’52 Chevy pickup truck running over the yellow tube dividers on Doyle Drive leading to the SF Golden Gate Bridge asking, “What barriers?”<br /><br />I offer my Haiku in response to your Sonnet<br /><br /><br />• An old car!<br /> A boy jumps in-<br /> The sound of engine roaring.<br /><br />• The first soft rain!<br /> Enough to feed the dying grass<br /> And the Prickly Pear’s pain.<br /><br />• In the Moondoggie’s cry<br /> No sign can foretell<br /> How soon it must die.<br /><br />• No one travels<br /> Along this way but I,<br /> This spring evening.<br /><br />• In all the Sea Fog of May<br /> there is one thing not hidden -<br /> the bridge at Coronado Bay.<br /><br />• The sun’s last beams<br /> thoughts and loneliness;<br /> into the ocean, flash of green.<br /><br />• Night appears, then clouds<br /> and bring to lovers a chance to rest<br /> from looking at the moon.<br /><br />• SeaMoon:<br /> around the ocean beach I wander<br /> and the night is gone.<br /><br />• California's child -<br /> The car he starts & it grinds,<br /> and gazes at the key.<br /><br />• No gas and no joy,<br /> and he is standing, walking<br /> all alone!<br /><br />• Won't you come and see<br /> loneliness? Just one kiss<br /> from the girl Mariah.<br /><br />• Church bells die out.<br /> The fragrant jasmine remain.<br /> A perfect evening!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post-66515762311137043332011-08-23T23:40:18.509-05:002011-08-23T23:40:18.509-05:00Charles, thanks so much for these words which refl...Charles, thanks so much for these words which reflect (as you know) some of my own journeying. The search for vocation is often a yearning for integrity, living (as you remark) congruently with one's inner self and ideals.Arlen Goffnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742879119843856939.post-83430166117348300832011-08-22T17:48:20.779-05:002011-08-22T17:48:20.779-05:00Charles, your title alone was intriguing enough to...Charles, your title alone was intriguing enough to take me here. I so appreciate the journey you've outlined here. Just yesterday in a class we were discussing "who we are" and we talked about how we often define ourselves by what we do. That is not a bad thing. I love the quote by Frederick Buechner: "The place that God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet." <br /><br />I've been very aware of parameters lately in writing short pieces for a newspaper. There is not a single spot for an extra word. I think it's good poetry practice to try traditional forms from time to time. Thank you for this.Kathleen Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com