tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post6509566149110367825..comments2023-09-29T15:38:34.435+05:30Comments on rooted: aromatic pleasure---read write poem/Monday Poetry Traingautami tripathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-31054059958720155332007-12-04T23:48:00.000+05:302007-12-04T23:48:00.000+05:30ha, i can relate to that.beautifully written, gaut...ha, i can relate to that.<BR/>beautifully written, gautami.polonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12631341810150848122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-87251289167901062582007-12-04T08:55:00.000+05:302007-12-04T08:55:00.000+05:30That was fabulous Gautami - like a truly human mom...That was fabulous Gautami - like a truly human moment captured in amber. errr- okay, i'm tired and that analogy sucked. But you know what i mean.Rhianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17825362911575046105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-6871139996827518382007-12-04T06:31:00.000+05:302007-12-04T06:31:00.000+05:30I can identify with this and it's so clearly writt...I can identify with this and it's so clearly written - <BR/>my sweet sherry is burning a hole in the bottom of my glass - I forgot to drink it!Andy Sewinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10023449074796269533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-44000064829620543352007-12-04T04:19:00.000+05:302007-12-04T04:19:00.000+05:30quiet but very big. nicequiet but very big. niceWriting on Boardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03586187888418224291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-49556957919942830662007-12-04T02:35:00.000+05:302007-12-04T02:35:00.000+05:30that always happens to me: cold tea/coffee if i ge...that always happens to me: cold tea/coffee if i get into reading or writing. what a great idea for a poem and also to connect with your dad.Caroleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515775952251866650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-65117785985577476532007-12-04T02:26:00.000+05:302007-12-04T02:26:00.000+05:30Like your way to go around the blogger link constr...Like your way to go around the blogger link constraints. <BR/><BR/>Want another set of prompts? http://challenge.groups.vox.com/Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05251168248457758117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-58076357805084133242007-12-04T01:03:00.000+05:302007-12-04T01:03:00.000+05:30This is a terrific poem- very human. I agree with ...This is a terrific poem- very human. I agree with Jill - your words flow so nicely.Christine Swinthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04498327260166892705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-23480154860084352222007-12-04T00:19:00.000+05:302007-12-04T00:19:00.000+05:30I like this - I like the way one thing links to th...I like this - I like the way one thing links to the next until you have built a full moment at the table.<BR/><BR/>I'm a tea person too and with a sore throat lately, I've been downing lots of herbal teas and some decaf chai, too.sister AEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17253107622268200803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-63651112188758647752007-12-03T21:40:00.000+05:302007-12-03T21:40:00.000+05:30a cup half fullof coffee gone coldautumn endsI thi...a cup half full<BR/>of coffee gone cold<BR/>autumn ends<BR/><BR/>I think you saw an earlier version of this, in which line 3 was "autumn is here." It seems relevant to either end of the season.<BR/><BR/>Haiku is to poetry as espresso is to coffee--; )Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-64063264518273252382007-12-03T21:29:00.000+05:302007-12-03T21:29:00.000+05:30Linda, my dad passed away in May 2o02. My memories...Linda, my dad passed away in May 2o02. My memories of him has never ceased in any way. I can still see him in my mind with his glasses and reading. I wrote here about that. I loved to watch him read. He read to me when I was a kid and when he read for himself.<BR/><BR/>I am sad that he is no more. However, I never ever felt neglected when he was there.gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-28658110340441760252007-12-03T21:18:00.000+05:302007-12-03T21:18:00.000+05:30At first I read this as a lovely remembrance by a ...At first I read this as a lovely remembrance by a daughter but on a second reading I felt like the daughter was sad that her father was more interested in his coffee and sports than in paying attention to her. Could be I'm way off base but, either way, an excellent poem!Linda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-11373905275945246622007-12-03T21:15:00.000+05:302007-12-03T21:15:00.000+05:30I like the contrast of moods between stanza #2 and...I like the contrast of moods between stanza #2 and #3. :)Tempest Knighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06974312445961412430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-15227107818323809182007-12-03T20:07:00.000+05:302007-12-03T20:07:00.000+05:30A very nice picture painted with your words.A very nice picture painted with your words.Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17085118128912603791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-62705825370930367882007-12-03T19:50:00.000+05:302007-12-03T19:50:00.000+05:30well this was beautiful ,, and i might add did not...well this was beautiful ,, and i might add did not lend itself to a struggle at all...paisleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231453820728399262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-81078000631111049552007-12-03T19:12:00.000+05:302007-12-03T19:12:00.000+05:30This was a nice poem.Derekhttp://eatsbugs.wordpres...This was a nice poem.<BR/><BR/>Derek<BR/>http://eatsbugs.wordpress.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-19114781543869396982007-12-03T18:30:00.000+05:302007-12-03T18:30:00.000+05:30A very moving poem Gautami. It has all the senses ...A very moving poem Gautami. It has all the senses engaged.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://dewyknickers.wordpress.com/" REL="nofollow">Rose</A><BR/><BR/>xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-29899232417650362522007-12-03T18:18:00.000+05:302007-12-03T18:18:00.000+05:30I really enjoyed this, and I think you used the th...I really enjoyed this, and I think you used the three elements perfectly to create a snapshot of your father -literal and figurative.<BR/><BR/>I often do the same with my morning cup of coffee - although it's usually writing that distracts me from drinking it :)Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623887166087444590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-34130109023657063892007-12-03T15:13:00.000+05:302007-12-03T15:13:00.000+05:30You summon him well, Gautami.You summon him well, Gautami.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15149139820474072721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-21842861316243460922007-12-03T10:40:00.000+05:302007-12-03T10:40:00.000+05:30simple, beautiful, precise.simple, beautiful, precise.Whitesnakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07681488364720396274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-61063876482660555462007-12-03T10:26:00.000+05:302007-12-03T10:26:00.000+05:30Flows quite well and the imagery is wonderful. As ...Flows quite well and the imagery is wonderful. As always, you did a magnificent job. <BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.missyfrye.net/Blog/2007/12/02/monday-poetry-train-10/" REL="nofollow">Incurable Disease of Writing</A>Missy Fryehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17147903635293316999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-2910581225010338482007-12-03T10:09:00.000+05:302007-12-03T10:09:00.000+05:30Lovely images, Gautami, and I think they linked ve...Lovely images, Gautami, and I think they linked very well together. (Mine is up).Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17968479919482739686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-35793364611079448652007-12-03T04:39:00.000+05:302007-12-03T04:39:00.000+05:30'frothy coffee grows coldaroma infuses environs'Mm...'frothy coffee grows cold<BR/>aroma infuses environs'<BR/><BR/>Mmm! Now I want one. I love the image you paint of your dad's ecstatic enjoyment of the coffee, only to pale before his passion for sports.<BR/><BR/>The thing I've inherited from my dad - among other things - is to go on laughing tangents. If something struck him funny, everything would stop while he laughed himself into tears. Me too!Julia Phillips Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15392455413201190775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-2005584160252398472007-12-03T01:58:00.000+05:302007-12-03T01:58:00.000+05:30You struggled with this? It doesn't show at all, G...You struggled with this? It doesn't show at all, G. <BR/><BR/>Yeah, I was laughing as you kept following me from Michele's today. What timing!Susan Helene Gottfriedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-86128914250916869292007-12-02T23:11:00.000+05:302007-12-02T23:11:00.000+05:30I think you just done great with those three words...I think you just done great with those three words!! It flows well, and I could really see it and imagine why this cup of coffee was forgotten!Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12871047592501542942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13825130.post-19962419464805089452007-12-02T22:58:00.000+05:302007-12-02T22:58:00.000+05:30I love coffee, spiced chai, green tea... They all ...I love coffee, spiced chai, green tea... They all are so comforting, and I grab a cup before I sit down to read or write, or sometimes just to stare out a window. It is one of the little indulgences I give myself in life, and my mood will dictate which I prefer at any given moment.<BR/><BR/>In regards to the poem, you linked the three together very nicely, and I can relate to the discarded remnants, as concentration persuades abandonment of carnal pleasures.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com