tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post7191491984255905473..comments2023-10-24T06:55:48.859-07:00Comments on HERE, WHERE I AM: DRIVING INTO THE CITYKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-57700028947435419222011-10-30T03:06:57.044-07:002011-10-30T03:06:57.044-07:00And so history repeats itself...And so history repeats itself...Caddoc Trellishttp://hellishfencing.blogspot.com/2011/10/foot-traffic.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-88074730859675508522011-10-27T08:40:53.446-07:002011-10-27T08:40:53.446-07:00it takes time to let go,
well captured struggles,
...it takes time to let go,<br />well captured struggles,<br /><br />deep and thought provoking magpie.Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532576755186051550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-59681381396303504632011-10-26T01:24:22.611-07:002011-10-26T01:24:22.611-07:00Superb poem, very moving and totally compelling.Superb poem, very moving and totally compelling.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-69312996044101857262011-10-25T17:24:45.969-07:002011-10-25T17:24:45.969-07:00"leaving my mother's fears with her"..."leaving my mother's fears with her"<br />gosh, I loved that line...a stopper<br />a turn...loved this entire poem<br />so well writtenSuzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10329289442910294160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-74336660964021946852011-10-24T23:31:20.126-07:002011-10-24T23:31:20.126-07:00Big cities seem so nice from a distance, don't...Big cities seem so nice from a distance, don't they...?<br /><br />Cheers,<br /><a href="http://scribblefest.com/author/arnab-majumdar/" rel="nofollow">Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com</a>Arnab Majumdarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15746493850475907233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-35960283361993214992011-10-24T23:22:46.074-07:002011-10-24T23:22:46.074-07:00well captured universal feelings - I liked the lin...well captured universal feelings - I liked the line giving her mother's fears especiallyIsabel Doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17974989548030799086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-41835470719721395602011-10-24T14:59:05.014-07:002011-10-24T14:59:05.014-07:00Raw with unknowing and the hope parents carry for ...Raw with unknowing and the hope parents carry for their children and generations after.Tumblewords:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-3952638006940586192011-10-24T14:53:06.295-07:002011-10-24T14:53:06.295-07:00I enjoyed this ... I was raised in southern Illino...I enjoyed this ... I was raised in southern Illinois and spent many wonderful holidays in the Windy City! I love Chicago!Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-23758529442809477432011-10-24T14:28:56.956-07:002011-10-24T14:28:56.956-07:00wow...really well written...i have two boys of my ...wow...really well written...i have two boys of my own that will one day be released into the wilds to live on their own...for now i will cherish the time...i like the descriptors....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-39828460847833436952011-10-24T13:21:36.495-07:002011-10-24T13:21:36.495-07:00it is so hard to let them go - I've had to wit...it is so hard to let them go - I've had to with mine and it really brought back memories of my own fledgling steps in to lifeChronicles of Illusionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16168156674895078729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-16243041093867580542011-10-24T12:13:32.200-07:002011-10-24T12:13:32.200-07:00I'm overwhelmed by these responses. Thanks so...I'm overwhelmed by these responses. Thanks so much for visiting me. I'm such a slow writer and this is such an old poem that I feel somehow revitalized by your engagement with that long ago yet still close to heart time. <br /> Let's keep visiting each other!Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-52323925253351347272011-10-24T10:42:38.004-07:002011-10-24T10:42:38.004-07:00Gorgeous telling of these emotions, this memory, K...Gorgeous telling of these emotions, this memory, Kay. My daughter lives in Manhattan and I still worry about her...Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-52982561086011183952011-10-24T07:31:55.575-07:002011-10-24T07:31:55.575-07:00Wonderful poem. My children didn't go to a big...Wonderful poem. My children didn't go to a big city to college, nevertheless the sentiments of leaving them on their own are the same and resonate.Ann Grenierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501522748426995035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-13211862213545788582011-10-23T23:05:20.407-07:002011-10-23T23:05:20.407-07:00I have always enjoyed this poem from the first tim...I have always enjoyed this poem from the first time I read it. I think I relate to the mother and to the dauthter because I remember how my mother worried about me when I went away, for the first time, to college. She probably would have died had I gone to Chicago. I remember my first time going into chicago scared to death of all those lanes of traffic and my needless fear of walking on the streets at night. Great poem.Glenda Beallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953170428175025248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-16186431599579547572011-10-23T18:04:05.497-07:002011-10-23T18:04:05.497-07:00Gorgeous, Kay. I still worry about my boys -- grow...Gorgeous, Kay. I still worry about my boys -- grown men in their thirties -- and they indulge me...<br /><br />But I wonder if mothers worry even more about daughters? Not having one, I don't know.Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-20788667989661190682011-10-23T15:18:28.792-07:002011-10-23T15:18:28.792-07:00Motherly, a little melancholy, obviously realistic...Motherly, a little melancholy, obviously realistic. A memorable trip to Chicago. My son is 39, and I remember when he went off to college all those years ago. This triggered something I'd almost forgotten, so your poem did its work. Wonderful!!! (And hello from Windy Hollow Farm in rural Oxford, NC. Noticed you live in Cullowhee - so beautiful there, too!)Mary Ann Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10859843676283396203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-60878267238483480702011-10-23T12:01:02.140-07:002011-10-23T12:01:02.140-07:00It brings back memories of being dropped off at my...It brings back memories of being dropped off at my undergrad destination.Kathy B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09475101089455608729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-57946214180643296852011-10-23T10:28:34.667-07:002011-10-23T10:28:34.667-07:00As soon as I read "...alabaster city floatin...As soon as I read "...alabaster city floating clear of my clinging..." I was right there.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-1038641293281826162011-10-23T07:34:29.506-07:002011-10-23T07:34:29.506-07:00there will really come a time that we have to let ...there will really come a time that we have to let our kids walk their own life, face their own tracks. Sad but nicely expressed. For sure each one's love will be a guide to one another. Love it!<br /><br />JJRod'zJJ Roa Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11501127870785148555noreply@blogger.com