Mystical Places

In response to:A Fairy Song

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:38:33 +0100

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

In response to:A Fairy Song

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:35:39 +0100

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

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:33:51 +0100

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.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:29:11 +0100

So nice! :)

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 03:27:29 +0100

very nice

In response to:Somewhere I Have Never Travelled.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:39:08 +0100

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.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:25:25 +0100

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

In response to:The Snow Fairy

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:49:16 +0100

A pretty poem

In response to:The Road Not Taken

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:44:34 +0100

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:25:12 +0100

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

In response to:In Flanders Fields

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:55:11 +0100

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:09:15 +0100

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 09:33:10 +0100

Always and forever. xx

In response to:In Flanders Fields

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 02:06:21 +0100

Lest we forget.

In response to:In Flanders Fields

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:14:15 +0100

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

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:36:40 +0100

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

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:35:21 +0100

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

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:26:23 +0100

Too true....;)

In response to:Indian Summer

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:58:51 +0100

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

In response to:Indian Summer

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:58:12 +0100

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

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:00:14 +0100

You're never alone with us lot around :)

Beautiful words and image,thank you.

In response to:Silence

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:17:54 +0100

I feel alone like that a lot

In response to:An Autumn Evening

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:55:34 +0100

Yes a beautiful poem

In response to:An Autumn Evening

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:54:56 +0100

Yes a beautiful poem

In response to:An Autumn Evening

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:43:47 +0200

Beautiful.xx

In response to:October Trees

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 22:33:53 +0200

No kidding. I agree.

In response to:October Trees

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:57:35 +0200

Oh to be able to write like that!

In response to:A Poison Tree

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:40:30 +0200

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

In response to:Anger

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:39:13 +0200

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

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 12:47:06 +0200

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