tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post8931548593347775478..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Fire and MoonAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-40550271212259484282011-10-26T08:17:57.730-04:002011-10-26T08:17:57.730-04:00Hey, Garce,
Does it really make sense to feel sor...Hey, Garce,<br /><br />Does it really make sense to feel sorry for the husband? After all, he had a lifetime with the woman he loved.<br /><br />On the other hand, this brings back one of my favorite poems, "Barter" by Sara Teasdale:<br /><br />"Spend all you have for loveliness,<br />Buy it and never count the cost.<br />For one white singing hour of peace<br />Count many a year of strife well-lost,<br />And for a breath of ecstasy<br />Give all you have been, or could be."Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-26260807510895041902011-10-26T08:15:28.934-04:002011-10-26T08:15:28.934-04:00Only one, Jean? I feel like every other post I wri...Only one, Jean? I feel like every other post I write is about this guy.<br /><br />Sigh.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-38124598550855207192011-10-24T19:15:30.113-04:002011-10-24T19:15:30.113-04:00In a way you;re lucky you had to part, in one sens...In a way you;re lucky you had to part, in one sense. You at least have known great passion, compared to someone like me who never has and never will. I will always be an observer only. If you had stayed together its possible the dream would have become old. You would have worn each other out and the memories would all sit differently and maybe bitterly instead of bittersweetly.<br /><br />I'm thinking of that movie "Titanic". The young woman loved the young man for only a few days and then he was drowned. Then she was married to some man we never saw and had kids and grandkids, but then as she's dying she's reunited with her young man again. Not her husband. It makes for a romantic image, but I instantly felt bad for her husband who had invested his life in her. It seemed unjust. We love our dreams. I have no old loves to pine for, though I often wish I did. Maybe your master will be your tulpa some day when your time comes. You'll always have the memory to nourish until the hour you enjoy it.<br /><br />Garce (getting noodley)Garceushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160407485298015371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-39496573989963293552011-10-24T18:28:14.558-04:002011-10-24T18:28:14.558-04:00I vaguely remember some of your other posts about ...I vaguely remember some of your other posts about this particular relationship, Lisabet, but this post is especially moving. I'm glad it's fed your Muse.Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-48711022160944735032011-10-24T00:53:21.575-04:002011-10-24T00:53:21.575-04:00Thank you, Emerald.
It seems that I can only writ...Thank you, Emerald.<br /><br />It seems that I can only write poetry when I'm in the throes of unrequited longing.<br /><br />I've been so happy in my marriage, I haven't written any in a long time.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-85178150368545089872011-10-24T00:52:17.853-04:002011-10-24T00:52:17.853-04:00Shar,
It's quite clear to me that if we'd...Shar,<br /><br />It's quite clear to me that if we'd stayed together, we would have had many problems in the relationship. One thing about a break at the height of the intensity - it leaves you free to fantasize.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-354495948362339512011-10-24T00:51:17.773-04:002011-10-24T00:51:17.773-04:00Mary,
A beautiful, and highly appropriate, respon...Mary,<br /><br />A beautiful, and highly appropriate, response. Thank you.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-3685996059069275532011-10-23T16:29:11.119-04:002011-10-23T16:29:11.119-04:00I felt a resonant ache in my heart as I read this....I felt a resonant ache in my heart as I read this. (I especially love the first poem, by the way.) I don't seem to have a more articulate or interesting response than that, but I feel the pain and longing of this offering. Thank you for sharing.Emeraldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00819037087504004841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-50181972994407060922011-10-23T16:15:30.840-04:002011-10-23T16:15:30.840-04:00There is something special, though, at leaving a c...There is something special, though, at leaving a connection that is still strong. A way to preserve its strength, perhaps?Sharazadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15770022203256855126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-82294336841111441282011-10-23T16:03:47.736-04:002011-10-23T16:03:47.736-04:00I thought I would respond with an excerpt from Gho...I thought I would respond with an excerpt from Ghost Love, a story-in-progress of mine that deals with a similar issue:<br /><br />...Though nothing can bring back the hour <br />of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower<br />we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what<br />remains behind...From the movie Splendor in the Grass<br /><br />'If I asked you about happiness, Helena, what would you tell me?' he said.<br /><br />'I would make you promise to meet me in another<br />lifetime,' I said reminding him we were married and not to each other.'<br /><br />'Happiness, Helena, stick to the question.'<br /><br />'A treehouse by the sea," I said, 'just you...just me<br />on our platform in the sky. My happiness is that.'<br /><br />He was teaching me about the waves, telling me they<br />begin their life with the slap of the wind passing over<br />still water. We were together on a back shore beach<br />in Australia embraced by the sweet smell of trellised tea roses, so out of place in the pink heat of that<br />December day.<br /><br />'The way waves will eventually develop,' Charles says, 'depends on the fetch, the distance the waves<br />can run without meeting an obstacle.' Don't fall I silently tell myself, please don't fall for this man.<br />He was telling me how waves lose their shape and become swells but I could only think about the push-pull of our sexual tension, how much I wanted<br />him inside of me.<br /><br />'When I look at the waves,' Charles says, 'I see old friendships and new relationships. Repetitions, <br />hidden paths, surprises.'<br /><br />'Do they ever betray you, Charles," I ask him. 'Or disappoint?'<br /><br />'Out there in the ocean,' Charles says, 'when temptation and beauty collide, it's a crapshoot, Helena. It could ruin any of us.'Word Actresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04041865850513656748noreply@blogger.com