tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post7572957320015596340..comments2024-01-09T05:39:44.523-08:00Comments on I Hate Poetry: The Buddah Moskowitz Archive: Like In The Old Days (Prompt: Like ____)Buddah Moskowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-48211891881217680182011-04-18T20:12:28.710-07:002011-04-18T20:12:28.710-07:00I could easily see the scene...your words drew me ...I could easily see the scene...your words drew me in. Very thoughtful piece. I like it!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-13925326580151740092011-04-18T18:50:38.670-07:002011-04-18T18:50:38.670-07:00Very heartfelt and moving piece... love 'honey...Very heartfelt and moving piece... love 'honey laughter'!<br /><br />~laurieLaurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-24009972502952257602011-04-18T18:16:50.612-07:002011-04-18T18:16:50.612-07:00I started out to tell you how much I feel your wor...I started out to tell you how much I feel your words, but then I realized that they are mine as well. Oh, not that they came from something I wrote, but that they are something I was going to write. Today, Walt wrote a poem using the word, wonder-filled, which I thought I had coined a year or so ago, and I probably did, but, since the primary readers of poetry are other poets, what the hell, it's hard to remember where our words and phrases come from. At least that's true unless, like you, we see a little glimpse of your life, the one you are currently living,and the person you've been. It's the way of things that we'll likely never meet, but you let us know who you are so clearly, actually meeting is almost unnecessary.Dan Paicopuloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10638218429139559086noreply@blogger.com