tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post115093138849288816..comments2023-11-05T04:38:37.751-06:00Comments on Wistful Wanderlust: I Like My Life, Toopiscesgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279344142538980436noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-1153319109263431992006-07-19T08:25:00.000-06:002006-07-19T08:25:00.000-06:00(I seem to be having technical difficulties with m...(I seem to be having technical difficulties with myself. I hope this does not appear twice.)<BR/><BR/>I posted the Shifting the Sun poem because it moves me. But one can nonetheless be detached while reading it, don’t you think? That is impossible with your writings here, interwoven with your profound grief at your father’s death.<BR/><BR/>I’m hoping you see what I see. That you, Laura, are a wonderful writer, you go to the core. You belong in the big leagues. Your prose is poetry.<BR/><BR/>besAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-1153300908634991032006-07-19T03:21:00.000-06:002006-07-19T03:21:00.000-06:00Shifting the SunWhen your father dies, say the Iri...Shifting the Sun<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the Irish,<BR/>you lose your umbrella against bad weather.<BR/>May his sun be your light, say the Armenians<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the Welsh, <BR/>you sink a foot deeper into the earth.<BR/>May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the Canadians,<BR/>you run out of excuses.<BR/>May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the French,<BR/>you become your own father.<BR/>May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.<BR/><BR/>When you father dies, say the Indians,<BR/>he comes back as the thunder.<BR/>May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the Russians,<BR/>he takes your childhood with him.<BR/>May you inherit his light, say the Armenians. <BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the English,<BR/>you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.<BR/>May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.<BR/><BR/>When your father dies, say the Armenians,<BR/>your sun shifts forever.<BR/>And you walk in his light.<BR/><BR/>Diana Der-Hovanessian <BR/>(Selected Poems)<BR/>http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Shifting_the_Sun.html<BR/><BR/>besAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-1151080927606854432006-06-23T10:42:00.000-06:002006-06-23T10:42:00.000-06:00I don't think you should feel shameful. Such thoug...I don't think you should feel shameful. Such thoughts are simply bubbles that will surface and pop. That's my take on it anyway...I like the imagery it provides. Finding yourself dunked into deep water, releasing all those thoughts and silent words, before finally emerging and taking a fresh breath. Maybe no one needs to hear them, but it is good to get it out. <BR/><BR/>Big hugs for you,<BR/>GemmaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-1150993977235444372006-06-22T10:32:00.000-06:002006-06-22T10:32:00.000-06:00What a wonderful feeling it must have been, to hea...What a wonderful feeling it must have been, to hear your son tell you that he is happy! :O)<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry that you are experiencing so much pain right now. Thinking of you...<BR/><BR/>ChrisChrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12173460571774191117noreply@blogger.com