Mystical Places

In response to:A Fairy Song

2009-11-20T20:38:33+01:00

I'm glad you are enjoying it. I'm trying to make it a special place.

In response to:A Fairy Song

2009-11-20T20:35:39+01:00

I love this beautiful website, Jane.
Thank you for such pleasure.
I remember that poem from school. JW xx

In response to:A Fairy Song

2009-11-20T19:33:51+01:00

I wonder... has it been converted into an audio song? I'd love to hear it!

XXX

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

2009-11-20T08:29:11+01:00

So nice! :)

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

2009-11-20T03:27:29+01:00

very nice

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

2009-11-20T00:39:08+01:00

We needed a little love on this blog and the poem really touched me. Greetings back my friend.

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

2009-11-20T00:25:25+01:00

so nice :yes:
greetings to you...xxx

In response to:The Snow Fairy

2009-11-16T22:49:16+01:00

A pretty poem

In response to:The Road Not Taken

2009-11-12T22:44:34+01:00

I know this poem well. Visiting Robert Frost's house in New England, with that poem swirling within my head and others discussed, was highly moving. We knew his works before we visited, and occasionally the nose dips into the book.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T20:25:12+01:00

Thank you for the extra stanza. It did not show when I found it.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T19:55:11+01:00

There was one more stanza.

"Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
the torch.
Be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep though poppies grow
in Flanders Field."

The author, Colonel John MacRae, was killed shortly before the end of the war in 1918.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T16:09:15+01:00

It is a beautiful poem filled with imagery and words that stir the soul. Always the young sent off to fight the wars caused by fools.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T09:33:10+01:00

Always and forever. xx

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T02:06:21+01:00

Lest we forget.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-11T00:14:15+01:00

When I read that poem it makes me think about my Grandfather, he died before I was born. He survived the retreat from Mons, but his health was bad for the rest of his far too short life.

The first world war was meant to be the war to end all wars. I get increasingly more and more angry as I realise how many more wars there have been since then and how many innocent lives have been ruined and all for WHAT exactly. How many children have lost parents and how many parents have lost children. The pain just goes on and on. The list is endless, the second world war, Korea, Vietnam, the Falklands, various skirmishes in eastern europe and of course gulf wars I and now more endlessly and inexplicably gulfwar 2/the trouble in Afghanistan etc etc etc.

X

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-10T23:36:40+01:00

This is a very timely post, with an evocative painting, that somehow, is soft yet stark, with the reality of what war always was, what it is, and what death means.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

2009-11-10T22:35:21+01:00

This piece chokes me up, when I think of all those poor young men on both sides that lost their lives or were horribly injured in the mud of the trenches.

I once went to Normandy with a bunch of old soldiers who had been at Pegasus Bridge and the visit we made to the war cemetry where they went to look for the graves of their old mates was one of the most moving things that I have ever experienced

And I can't watch a news broadcast now without brimming over with anger at our leaders whenever I see a coffin unloaded at Brize Norton or some poor kid in a wheelchair who isn't even twenty years old.

In response to:Indian Summer

2009-10-30T20:26:23+01:00

Too true....;)

In response to:Indian Summer

2009-10-30T18:58:51+01:00

Beautiful works are often shared by more than one person. This way more bloggers get to appreciate the poetry.

In response to:Indian Summer

2009-10-30T11:58:12+01:00

Just happened on this delightful post.....got here via the quote....which I posted on my own...without knowing you had done the same here....Sorry for duplicating....hopefully it is indcative of 'people feeling and sensing alike'...:)

In response to:Silence

2009-10-28T10:00:14+01:00

You're never alone with us lot around :)

Beautiful words and image,thank you.

In response to:Silence

2009-10-28T05:17:54+01:00

I feel alone like that a lot

In response to:An Autumn Evening

2009-10-27T11:55:34+01:00

Yes a beautiful poem

In response to:An Autumn Evening

2009-10-27T11:54:56+01:00

Yes a beautiful poem

In response to:An Autumn Evening

2009-10-24T19:43:47+02:00

Beautiful.xx

In response to:October Trees

2009-10-22T22:33:53+02:00

No kidding. I agree.

In response to:October Trees

2009-10-22T21:57:35+02:00

Oh to be able to write like that!

In response to:A Poison Tree

2009-10-19T13:40:30+02:00

If not expressed and used to grow yes it is . I think this illustrates it very well.

In response to:Anger

2009-10-19T13:39:13+02:00

I think you are right Adam. I tend not to get angry enough or dismiss things. Sometimes anger leads to good change as it has done in me over the last few days.

In response to:Anger

2009-10-19T12:47:06+02:00

good post, janeagain...can't hold onto anger anymore...used to get very, very angry over some things and yes, it's very destructive, but, as I've aged and things have got much better for me, my old angers have dissipated...great relief...:) GBHs...XXX