tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148147478967571331.post5661410263616571840..comments2023-10-11T05:23:33.173-05:00Comments on Dennis - The King of Nothing: Poetry Thursday: ClingDennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917954423962512385noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148147478967571331.post-15321527839509974792006-10-23T06:29:00.000-05:002006-10-23T06:29:00.000-05:00Natalie and Robin – thank you both for the kind wo...Natalie and Robin – thank you both for the kind words and for taking the time to stop by to consider my poem.Dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15917954423962512385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148147478967571331.post-69044253088250045382006-10-22T10:16:00.000-05:002006-10-22T10:16:00.000-05:00Thank you, Dennis, for your wonderful comment on m...Thank you, Dennis, for your wonderful comment on my poem, 'Calling.'<br /><br />In 'Cling,' I see the struggle toward enlightenment, the ego's need to mark its territory, establish its existence, and the fear of letting go. Wonderfully scary ending, "an open door awaits." How true. I thoroughly enjoyed your words! Thank you for sharing.<br />--RobinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148147478967571331.post-10882390806391957202006-10-21T12:11:00.000-05:002006-10-21T12:11:00.000-05:00Of course you were there all the time... I love th...Of course you were there all the time... I love the line 'silence mocks emptiness'. And the triumphant cry of despair which breaks the silence with its emptiness. Wow. An amazing poem, really. You also have perfectly captured 'surrender', while part of you attempts to cling to what you know. Thank you so much for your beautiful words!Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07015229233363963005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148147478967571331.post-22221839604396127752006-10-20T20:44:00.000-05:002006-10-20T20:44:00.000-05:00"Momentum's pull beckons, tugging at my limbs with..."Momentum's pull beckons, tugging at my limbs without regard<br />for my need to cling"<br /><br />Life is like that sometimes. We're swept forward whether we want to go or not. It is a beautiful image. God, how we all need to cling sometimes. Its an amazing urge. Excellent poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com