tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536319283032467434.post5115417154645464702..comments2024-03-16T16:24:38.287-05:00Comments on Squishy Tulips: beneath the burkahannah janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06761916469652723385noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536319283032467434.post-53041107347819554452011-01-18T18:42:51.143-06:002011-01-18T18:42:51.143-06:00Rumor has it, you've been sick and that you ar...Rumor has it, you've been sick and that you are finally getting better because you finally went to a doctor. I hope so.<br /><br />I found a quote, left as a comment on a blog which wasn't put perfectly but captured me. I traveled to her blog. Her blog made me think of you, but so did the initial quote.....<br /><br />"Life has seasons and reasons for which we are just living in the story of , and I am at long last quite aware that I am who I am because of my life and not in spite of it . "<br />........<br /><br />I just wanted to share her with you....<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />I could live in a writer's A Frame log home ,<br />I think<br />On certain nights in summer or late spring<br />But even on early winter ones like this<br />With it's icy winds making snow drifts as high as the windows<br />I'd be all about the firewood stacked and the water gathered and the mouse traps set.<br />Poems and witty prose and short essays would appear in the early mornings<br />Like the chipmunks and deer and a hawk perhaps.<br /><br />After the first week I might get uptight<br />One poem and a few a journal entries might drip<br />like blood almost<br />just before dawn when I'd realize I drank half a bottle of wine instead of beer<br />and forgot to look to see if the cat wanted in<br />although I don't like cats but writer's need them<br />I think<br />To remain aloof and disprove any notions of originality<br /><br />Certainly the third Saturday would bring a day of such length<br />that I'd take a nap<br />Before beginning the book<br />Then take a walk following the fox tracks all the way to the lake<br />a sheet of grey paper<br />Blank<br />Soundless<br />If I looked long enough I might imagine life differently<br />Paint it with more colour in some parts<br />Less in others.<br />But I'm not an artist<br />Or an English teacher<br />With a red pen<br /><br />Just a woman who can't think of what to say<br />When she looks at nothing but herself all day<br />Looks at less than what appears in the mirrors and windows<br />Who needs you talking so much I can't hear<br />myself<br />for God's sake<br /><br />And I inhale and exhale<br />Words<br /><br />.............<br /><br />This is her address.... <br /><br />http://forsakenforlent.blogspot.com<br /><br />I miss hearing from you (and I don't mean that as a guilt trip).Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07089977665165118563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536319283032467434.post-50758171728273490462011-01-08T08:35:50.223-06:002011-01-08T08:35:50.223-06:00I couldn't have said it better. You are going...I couldn't have said it better. You are going to rock this job!Pepper McKeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07235285852212643008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536319283032467434.post-5565200545031055092011-01-07T21:46:50.746-06:002011-01-07T21:46:50.746-06:00So, now we know that you're going to take this...So, now we know that you're going to take this job by the balls, alter it until it works, make it your own and then dance, dance, dance.<br /><br />Hannah, you couldn't do anything else.<br /><br />~RRobinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07089977665165118563noreply@blogger.com