tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post5445652874079998098..comments2023-03-25T13:40:39.465+01:00Comments on PoetryPea: AlonePealogichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-2574868937371210672014-02-06T19:29:25.048+01:002014-02-06T19:29:25.048+01:00What a range of intense emotions in here-from rage...What a range of intense emotions in here-from rage,to fear to loneliness and contempt and finally peace-wonderfully expressed:-)Atreyeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15400190416839538182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-19106540701443380972014-02-06T17:06:45.504+01:002014-02-06T17:06:45.504+01:00Thanks so muchThanks so muchPealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-77582300995347109912014-02-06T17:06:16.649+01:002014-02-06T17:06:16.649+01:00It's two things, physically the smallest gond...It's two things, physically the smallest gondola you could hope to see, but also a fear and rage.Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-81689190888860297372014-02-06T17:04:34.868+01:002014-02-06T17:04:34.868+01:00Claudia, I was definitely feeling fearful. Claudia, I was definitely feeling fearful. Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-59822497100781713662014-02-06T17:03:49.117+01:002014-02-06T17:03:49.117+01:00Marina, I think you felt what I felt when I was w...Marina, I think you felt what I felt when I was writing this <br />Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-75400185016600995012014-02-06T17:02:12.701+01:002014-02-06T17:02:12.701+01:00Yes sometimes alone is much better for nature. Yes sometimes alone is much better for nature. Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-30658836941633213342014-02-06T07:29:47.278+01:002014-02-06T07:29:47.278+01:00the tang of loneliness. well captured!the tang of loneliness. well captured!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-77398308137942321572014-02-05T22:22:54.611+01:002014-02-05T22:22:54.611+01:00I wonder so what the red cage is.. and how the nar...I wonder so what the red cage is.. and how the narrator views his captor... to be captured has to be tough..brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-36805531974292866572014-02-05T21:19:41.953+01:002014-02-05T21:19:41.953+01:00powerful emotions in this... shutting the doors be...powerful emotions in this... shutting the doors behind us for a moment...feeling on the other side of things... overwhelmed...fearful a bit? an observer... not bad to look at us...at life..at our world like that from time to timeClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-3218075001020000682014-02-05T12:54:03.599+01:002014-02-05T12:54:03.599+01:00Solitude is not always loneliness, but sometimes t...Solitude is not always loneliness, but sometimes the physical act of being alone hits us at full force. Powerful single word lines. A sense of claustrophobia too.Marina Sofiahttp://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243659863796743446.post-74448186123229844862014-02-05T12:40:24.178+01:002014-02-05T12:40:24.178+01:00the third stanza makes me think this is from the e...the third stanza makes me think this is from the eyes of an animal...the way that it addresses man....ugh on the marks we leave and how it affects animals...i wonder if alone is not better for them....on some levelBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com