tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post50348588492202461..comments2023-11-03T06:48:33.255-04:00Comments on Chick With A Quill: Beloved DelusionVesperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12417602625059442986noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-75611730425122250422010-09-06T23:23:57.394-04:002010-09-06T23:23:57.394-04:00Shay, thank you for your kind words... Such is lif...<b>Shay</b>, thank you for your kind words... Such is life... We long for permanence yet there is not much to be found except inside of us...<br />xoxoxo<br /><br /><b>Charles</b>, thank you! You know, I had to write this because, like never before, I thought I had really had ‘it’ under control. When the feeling was gone, it was worse than ever...<br /><br /><b>Bernard</b>, it’s so nice to see how we think alike... Thank you!<br /><br />Thank you, <b>Akasha</b>. Yes, we must hold them (but gingerly) while we can...<br /><br />I know, <b>LW</b>... Thank you, my friend.<br /><br /><b>Naquillity</b>, thank you for being here and for your kind words.<br /><br />You’re right, <b>Jason</b>. The key is <i>how</i> to do it...<br /><br />Thank you, <b>SzélsőFa</b>. Paradise recalled... yes, it’s most of what we have in the end...<br /><br /><b>Kaye</b>, how well you say it... Yes, this is it, exactly. Thank you, my friend!<br /><br /><b>Karen</b>, yes, moments... and, thank you, I’ll think of that star... even though it’s so elusive...<br />xoxoxo<br /><br />Thank you so much, <b>Marilyn</b>. You see, I called ‘delusion’ not the joyous moments but that particular moment when I thought I could recall all the beautiful ones at will, only to realize that I couldn’t...<br />Many hugs to you, my friend.<br /><br /><b>Geraldine</b>, thank you. We need a magical scrapbook of sorts, really magical...<br />xoxoxoVesperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417602625059442986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-6426940778965281772010-09-03T12:37:24.996-04:002010-09-03T12:37:24.996-04:00Oh, if we could only capture and keep all the peop...Oh, if we could only capture and keep all the people, places and times that make life worthwhile. This is so beautifully written Vesper, well done.<br /><br />Hugs friend, G<br /><br />www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com<br /><br />www.veggiesyarnsandtails.wordpress.comGeraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-1469362338094218582010-09-02T11:37:14.786-04:002010-09-02T11:37:14.786-04:00Oh, Vesper, you've expressed so well this sadn...Oh, Vesper, you've expressed so well this sadness we've all felt and, even more, the regret that we can't just wish it away and replace it with something we know is better. Your poetry is haunting and beautiful.<br /><br />But one thought: I like to think that if you can call the most joyous moments a "delusion," the darkest ones are, too. They may not be "beloved" but they share that same fleeting quality. Wishing you happier moments in the season ahead {hug}.Marilyn Branthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05303846770348840645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-20610257560650798992010-08-31T06:01:36.142-04:002010-08-31T06:01:36.142-04:00How I wish we could hold onto that moment, the one...How I wish we could hold onto that moment, the one that will keep away the coming dark, but life is a series of moments, light and dark and in-between. I think the secret is to have a guiding star to steer by. If we can keep our eyes on that, even when the clouds obscure it, we'll know the spot that it surely shines behind the darkness. If we have faith that it is there, we can steer through the darkness anyway.<br /><br />You've made me think, too, Vesper.<br /><br />xoxoxoKarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-14406886259170660702010-08-30T20:34:11.211-04:002010-08-30T20:34:11.211-04:00I believe I know this feeling. Just for a fleetin...I believe I know this feeling. Just for a fleeting moment all is euphoric...like nothing bad could ever happen and happiness has no bounds. It is a complete feeling of satisfaction, joy, love, wonderment....and then in a few moments it is gone. Not that I go from that feeling to desperation or anything....but the spell is somehow broken. But, I do believe that we all hold the philosopher's stone. We just have to learn how to use it. We have to find out how to make the moment last. Maybe that feeling - lasting forever - is Heaven. <br /><br />So skillfully done! Fantastic, Vesper!!! You have set me to wondering!!! <br /><br />Word Verification is SPELL!!!!!!!!!K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-73492325793527575322010-08-30T17:50:44.534-04:002010-08-30T17:50:44.534-04:00i'll second those who emphasized that the feel...i'll second those who emphasized that the feeling of being in paradise is able to energize us even if it is lost.<br />but the feeling of loss is awful anyway.<br />a lovely poem.<br />analytical, yet easy.SzélsőFahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11600289147447182465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-72512513982645777522010-08-30T08:14:45.692-04:002010-08-30T08:14:45.692-04:00We're not totally lost if we can still touch t...We're not totally lost if we can still touch that contentment from time to time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-15119158544746920932010-08-29T18:16:21.435-04:002010-08-29T18:16:21.435-04:00the memories we gather of family and friends alway...the memories we gather of family and friends always seem to fade. then the inevitable happens and we can't recall it... the life we once had. very well written. have a great night.Naquillityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04784964201596357136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-14525115062819807122010-08-29T17:37:18.747-04:002010-08-29T17:37:18.747-04:00life IS a bitch, at times... but somehow we muddle...life IS a bitch, at times... but somehow we muddle on, because to give up would deny the wee ones of even the least we can give them :(laughingwolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873675614347328116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-86622735458971035352010-08-29T11:50:41.024-04:002010-08-29T11:50:41.024-04:00That was lovely Vesper. So many wonderful images. ...That was lovely Vesper. So many wonderful images. It reminded me of my children slipping from my grasp.<br />:)Akasha Savage.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13482147165827577180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-26072398120805853362010-08-29T09:21:19.571-04:002010-08-29T09:21:19.571-04:00Yes... and for one fleeting moment you can almost ...Yes... and for one fleeting moment you can almost taste it. Even when it passes something sweet remains with us. Very nice.BernardLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09722619048888613647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-74308809999178362572010-08-29T01:59:33.978-04:002010-08-29T01:59:33.978-04:00Well said. It always seems to me that just when I...Well said. It always seems to me that just when I think I've got it under control I lose it all.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233962479293542965.post-84422541919220487992010-08-28T22:54:24.311-04:002010-08-28T22:54:24.311-04:00There is so much I love about this, Vesper. I love...There is so much I love about this, Vesper. I love the real flower that never withers, the dog that never does, the sweet jam...it's a beautiful poem. But it breaks my heart if you are feeling this way. You are such a beautiful soul.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com