tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post7859584022709806202..comments2023-08-29T06:28:14.152-05:00Comments on Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Louise Erdrich Reruns: Advice to Myself & GriefMarionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-64378193640901107262011-01-03T10:35:24.387-06:002011-01-03T10:35:24.387-06:00Wonderful poems. Can't believe I don't kno...Wonderful poems. Can't believe I don't know Erdich. <br /><br />Your young picture reminds me so much of a girl I worked at a summer camp with.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-86172870340800546022010-12-31T01:41:49.445-06:002010-12-31T01:41:49.445-06:00You and Erdrich seem to have a lot in common, wome...You and Erdrich seem to have a lot in common, women with fierce hearts and beauty, beauty, beauty.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-30285581321524257002010-12-30T22:41:51.053-06:002010-12-30T22:41:51.053-06:00Florence Marion<i>Florence Marion</i>Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-39574748065550724212010-12-30T19:24:22.996-06:002010-12-30T19:24:22.996-06:00Both poems worth repeating. I especially like tha...Both poems worth repeating. I especially like that first one. <br /><br />Your photo is lovely! The scenery in the background is so familiar... reminds me of D'Arbonne, where Pamel use to live.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00859017153454691633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-30503074244555089782010-12-30T18:28:13.117-06:002010-12-30T18:28:13.117-06:00The poems are wonderful, Marion. And I always love...The poems are wonderful, Marion. And I always love it when you share some of your old photos. You are a natural beauty, dahling -- born to be Princess Dragonfly.:)Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-22490888048905639062010-12-30T17:56:31.124-06:002010-12-30T17:56:31.124-06:00Your comment is pure bliss, too, Noelle. Thanks f...Your comment is pure bliss, too, Noelle. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment. I appreciate you. Blessings!Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-52727946834468799112010-12-30T17:14:21.519-06:002010-12-30T17:14:21.519-06:00These poems spoke to me today like an arrow straig...These poems spoke to me today like an arrow straight to my heart. I love your page..the quotes, poetry of yours and others you sahre, the pictures...it's the essence of bliss-ence!Noelle Dunn.... A Poet in Progresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17770013944671340961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-63541460114951995632010-12-30T15:47:41.297-06:002010-12-30T15:47:41.297-06:00Thank you so much, Pammie! I'm so happy you e...Thank you so much, Pammie! I'm so happy you enjoyed the poems. Love & Blessings to you and your beautiful family. xoxoxoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-86362002974715437742010-12-30T15:13:50.462-06:002010-12-30T15:13:50.462-06:00Absolutely LOVE these poems!!! They speak to me!
...Absolutely LOVE these poems!!! They speak to me!<br /><br />Also love the photo of you!! It made me smile, lovely lady!Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133743056974995270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-90194803163214893522010-12-30T13:31:44.528-06:002010-12-30T13:31:44.528-06:00Rosaria, yes, that is so true. I think the secret...Rosaria, yes, that is so true. I think the secret of life is to figure out how to be kind and loving to ourselves. I know I'm way too hard on myself. I'm glad you enjoyed the music. Love & Blessings back to you...Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-39792716896223196052010-12-30T12:19:03.624-06:002010-12-30T12:19:03.624-06:00Oh, how we are, how we were, how all is bleeding w...Oh, how we are, how we were, how all is bleeding with sadness sometimes. How to be kind to oneself is the greatest lesson one needs to learn. <br />Love the music.<br />Blessings to you Florence Marion.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-38880420525366121182010-12-30T12:02:56.460-06:002010-12-30T12:02:56.460-06:00Erin, Marion is my middle name. I was named for m...Erin, Marion is my middle name. I was named for my father's sister: Florence Marion. I see you, too, Erin, and you are dazzling. Love & Blessings, dearest friend...<br /><br />Shed away, Annie. I think it was Isak Dinesen who said the cure for everything was salt, tears or the sea. Perfectly true. I love you, my Annie. Blessings...<br /><br />Thanks, Eric. Oh, those sad eyes of mine! I wish I could talk to that girl and tell her that all will be well and not to be so damned sad... I appreciate you, friend. Blessings...Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-80437552632858922672010-12-30T11:22:23.933-06:002010-12-30T11:22:23.933-06:00Wonderful poems, Marion. Sometimes it's angui...Wonderful poems, Marion. Sometimes it's anguish to realize just how fleeting and fragil life can be.<br /><br />(I see a fragile beauty in that old photo of you as well - but those eyes say there's more)Bubbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927345716112968689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-47735919533851972142010-12-30T11:22:06.452-06:002010-12-30T11:22:06.452-06:00I'm just gonna shed some tears here for awhile...I'm just gonna shed some tears here for awhile Marion. The lovely poems, stumbling on twisted ice, the bed of snow, the song playing....When It Don't Come Easy.<br />*sniff*Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-14623022901723709432010-12-30T11:06:28.514-06:002010-12-30T11:06:28.514-06:00Marion, I blew your picture up and sat for a momen...Marion, I blew your picture up and sat for a moment looking at just how beautiful you are. <br /><br />Yesterday I came across a photograph of myself that I had never seen before. Two years ago, maybe three. That's all. And yet around my eyes was youth. It all happens so fast.<br /><br />That second poem, the gentleness with which the narrator treats herself, I don't know that. I think it would be a wonderful way to be though and so I will try. The words themselves are gorgeously soft like a bed.<br /><br />I see you Marion. Wish I knew your middle name to write it in just there. I see you Marion.<br /><br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-36372319494368909372010-12-30T11:05:31.100-06:002010-12-30T11:05:31.100-06:00Marion, I blew your picture up and sat for a momen...Marion, I blew your picture up and sat for a moment looking at just how beautiful you are. <br /><br />Yesterday I came across a photograph of myself that I had never seen before. Two years ago, maybe three. That's all. And yet around my eyes was youth. It all happens so fast.<br /><br />That second poem, the gentleness with which the narrator treats herself, I don't know that. I think it would be a wonderful way to be though and so I will try. The words themselves are gorgeously soft like a bed.<br /><br />I see you Marion. Wish I knew your middle name to write it in just there. I see you Marion.<br /><br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.com