tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post3443306773417364016..comments2024-03-06T17:54:44.536-08:00Comments on Quiet Commotion: Of Dark WingsWine and Wordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-44137958787423843072014-07-30T14:37:20.485-07:002014-07-30T14:37:20.485-07:00It helps that you're an artist Anthony! What y...It helps that you're an artist Anthony! What your heart feels you can paint. What your eye sees you can articulate on canvas. I feel blessed you keep on reading my attempts at word art. Thank you. Hoping there are far less doors such as that for either of us.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-43239950996413018482014-07-30T14:33:36.802-07:002014-07-30T14:33:36.802-07:00You see me Christopher. That touches my heart. We ...You see me Christopher. That touches my heart. We have been flitting around the porch light of each others home for years now, watching as the decay occurs, the repair, the maintenance. We've laid bare some monsters and panned some gold. I'm sure we will venture back to Oregon some day. I'll storm the basement!!! Praying your house sells friend. Great news about Chris. Rough road he's had! ((hugs))<br />Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-38284978721787896582014-07-30T14:26:25.029-07:002014-07-30T14:26:25.029-07:00It's a difficult task when the darkness beckon...It's a difficult task when the darkness beckons and feels so familiar. But I am committed to the brightness, the hope my faith offers, and the chance to live and experience life differently :)Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-36112437957353075522014-07-30T04:42:04.533-07:002014-07-30T04:42:04.533-07:00Your posts are always such an unanticipated wonder...Your posts are always such an unanticipated wonderful surprise. I love the imagery my mind creates from your words. <br />I’ve stood before such a door.. <br />I’m glad the darkness has left. <br /><br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-89916967526629551512014-07-29T19:54:59.602-07:002014-07-29T19:54:59.602-07:00I let your poem flow through me and our friendship...I let your poem flow through me and our friendship. I know you a little now and I would like to hang out with you more often. Chris is doing well these days, by the way. And me. I am okay in my basement life though I really need my house to sell. It might soon. Anyway, I am glad we are friends. I want you to thrive. Here is the poem that tumbled out after I read yours. It is no more about you than yours is about me, but poetry is about us both.<br /><br /><b>Tell Me</b><br /><br />The black butterfly<br />left me your letter, many<br />paragraphs richly<br />encrypted, a code<br />of your distant devising.<br /><br />It opened, popping<br />like seed pods often<br />split apart in shiny grins<br />with green teeth showing.<br />That left the black print<br />to shower down around me<br />in drifting dry piles.<br /><br />Truly, tell me now.<br />Tell me what to do for you<br />to touch your red heart.<br /><br />July 29, 2014 7:43 PMchristopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316020526036835406.post-53663653037655361782014-07-29T13:53:44.226-07:002014-07-29T13:53:44.226-07:00Go away black butterfly. Stay in the light, Annie...Go away black butterfly. Stay in the light, Annie.Lizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170701034715108039noreply@blogger.com