tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post397694735172901274..comments2024-01-09T05:39:44.523-08:00Comments on I Hate Poetry: The Buddah Moskowitz Archive: The Queen of QVCBuddah Moskowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-57687731499904916622015-11-20T05:48:57.366-08:002015-11-20T05:48:57.366-08:00Such a poignant pome - all so very often the thing...Such a poignant pome - all so very often the thing we truly need cannot be bought - there in lies the paradox of consumerism..trying to sell us everything we 'need' - a powerful poem Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-19681575476017171882015-11-19T20:30:17.363-08:002015-11-19T20:30:17.363-08:00There is always an empty place to fill. This is s...There is always an empty place to fill. This is sad, powerful, and too true of many.Sara McNultyhttp://purplepeninportland.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-57160469064343539512015-11-19T13:14:55.032-08:002015-11-19T13:14:55.032-08:00So often we are looking for the way to "fix&q...So often we are looking for the way to "fix" people when what they need is human contact. This is beautiful and sensitive poem.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414513238308254080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-85504152398143233862015-11-19T08:08:51.755-08:002015-11-19T08:08:51.755-08:00We all try to fill our voids in different ways. N...We all try to fill our voids in different ways. Nice that you explored until you helped your mother and you identify what she was trying to fill. It must be such a challenge to deal with this. I wish you well.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-50961313792061709842015-11-19T07:49:09.234-08:002015-11-19T07:49:09.234-08:00Tears are falling over the sense of loss that you ...Tears are falling over the sense of loss that you shared so brilliantly!Carol Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09366366047409134966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-23613750668789528452015-11-19T07:47:59.455-08:002015-11-19T07:47:59.455-08:00This is so sad, Mosk.This is so sad, Mosk.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-79994695589743988062015-11-18T22:15:06.947-08:002015-11-18T22:15:06.947-08:00This is the kind of poem which instantly punished ...This is the kind of poem which instantly punished me for being too judgemental. It started off with the hoarding and I'd just been recently to the home of a lady who is a hoarder, so was thinking how awful it was and feeling sorry for her (but also slightly nauseous in her house, no place to sit, no clean teacup etc.). But then you so gently peeled back the layers and the reasons for the desperate hoarding, the sense of loss, and I felt like a right old cow for daring to judge!<br />Thank you for reminding me to suspend judgement and seek to understand instead.Marina Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251903359649828285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-8091940345706609372015-11-18T20:51:49.937-08:002015-11-18T20:51:49.937-08:00I feel so bad for your mother...poor dear. Many p...I feel so bad for your mother...poor dear. Many people choose many different ways to fill up those empty spaces inside. You can't blame them for not wanting to hurt.Bodhirosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630769135515322096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-83276937688648310002015-11-18T18:21:54.993-08:002015-11-18T18:21:54.993-08:00Mosk--this is so poignant--we will do anything to ...Mosk--this is so poignant--we will do anything to escape our pain when it is big enoughAudrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-86561261973587835542015-11-18T18:03:10.024-08:002015-11-18T18:03:10.024-08:00Oh this is so sad. I can see her, sobbing, missing...Oh this is so sad. I can see her, sobbing, missing your father, trying to fill the empty space with what cannot possibly fill it. Bless you for understanding. And for being there.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-26004196223060754042015-11-18T15:36:36.220-08:002015-11-18T15:36:36.220-08:00Sadly.. nothing
will ever replace
love.. either
gi...Sadly.. nothing<br />will ever replace<br />love.. either<br />given or taken..<br />but nothing<br />can take <br />Love away<br />when <br />lived as is<br />as LOVE as now..<br />no other answers<br />i know of truly<br />but<br />Love as is NOW..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-52198657437549778462015-11-18T14:55:45.935-08:002015-11-18T14:55:45.935-08:00You illustrate such depth of understanding in thes...You illustrate such depth of understanding in these verses that you made me feel for her. She can neither lure him back nor ignore change forever. I want to hug her and take her for a walk on a beautiful beach where she can pick up the "gifts from the sea."Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-55782626960606261982015-11-18T14:49:37.940-08:002015-11-18T14:49:37.940-08:00Such a beautifully poignant piece. Such a beautifully poignant piece. Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-8307815692965384232015-11-18T14:41:52.689-08:002015-11-18T14:41:52.689-08:00Oh, Mosk, this is such a powerful poem! I think i...Oh, Mosk, this is such a powerful poem! I think it points the reader in the direction that one of the reasons people hoard is that they are trying to fill up something inside them - a loss. And accumulating things is an effort to do that. But....it can never EVER fill up the hole made through a death. Your poem moved me greatly.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-1122139102769945092015-11-18T14:09:05.066-08:002015-11-18T14:09:05.066-08:00This bring back memories of my mother before she v...This bring back memories of my mother before she vanished to dementia, the home remains with all it's content but she's now in a retirement home. I wonder why she kept ordering things.. she never told me... but exactly that shipping depot... deeply touching.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com