tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post7659274623925018235..comments2023-09-19T05:00:33.470-07:00Comments on vision: Sumana Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-56973125697159211372015-05-02T08:00:24.714-07:002015-05-02T08:00:24.714-07:00So much grief in the word, "forever." x...So much grief in the word, "forever." xoxoxoxoxohugsannell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-65442663366353270272014-06-29T05:16:25.834-07:002014-06-29T05:16:25.834-07:00Very touching read, thank you!Very touching read, thank you!Ancient Marinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08091570801639906588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-34511959414878692342014-06-29T01:25:48.631-07:002014-06-29T01:25:48.631-07:00I feel your pain Sumana particularly the corrected...I feel your pain Sumana particularly the corrected words from your poet father. Very nicely written. I threw away all my diaries when I got married. My blogs are my diary now. Suzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05337531041006701719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-45367478495015418462014-06-28T22:15:31.952-07:002014-06-28T22:15:31.952-07:00I feel you Sumana. Diaries are meant for your eye...I feel you Sumana. Diaries are meant for your eyes only as well.Nicholas https://www.blogger.com/profile/05252355730748268069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-77963625820581585862014-06-26T07:12:43.867-07:002014-06-26T07:12:43.867-07:00Oh, these words, I believe, from childhood - not g...Oh, these words, I believe, from childhood - not gone. You're absorbed them in your today poetry, they made you stronger, wiser...humbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106270909713851811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-59945612651135292812014-06-25T17:51:33.501-07:002014-06-25T17:51:33.501-07:00Sad to lose these pieces of ourselves. Really a l...Sad to lose these pieces of ourselves. Really a lovely sense of the "you" in the dairy here--Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-9472149917560899472014-06-25T15:15:00.434-07:002014-06-25T15:15:00.434-07:00How sad it has disappeared - what a treasure it wo...How sad it has disappeared - what a treasure it would be now. Loved this poem. Love the image of the "prancing child".Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-41086479167814028112014-06-25T14:51:37.644-07:002014-06-25T14:51:37.644-07:00The ending here is so sad. Made me think of the d...The ending here is so sad. Made me think of the dissapearing diary but also of the fact that our childhoods, our children's childhoods all are gone at some point. Nice thoughts here.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-42437928262518745172014-06-25T12:58:14.931-07:002014-06-25T12:58:14.931-07:00I wish I'd kept more of the things I wrote whe...I wish I'd kept more of the things I wrote when I was younger, it is interesting how we experience the loss of written words.Kathryn Dychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175563748388497142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-21800677452140145322014-06-25T12:42:18.257-07:002014-06-25T12:42:18.257-07:00Undeniably..beautiful are the words. Sorry for the...Undeniably..beautiful are the words. Sorry for the loss of your diary, Sumana.I have always written on blank pages, and today, I wonder, why I never made an effort to store them. <br />Beautiful poem....Panchalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-67689424708122684062014-06-25T11:23:15.482-07:002014-06-25T11:23:15.482-07:00Lovely words ...though it's really sad that th...Lovely words ...though it's really sad that the diary disappeared...a daily journal of childhood ...Maniparnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16109166826609932168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-36383645219191007292014-06-25T10:09:54.923-07:002014-06-25T10:09:54.923-07:00Oh! this is so sad!! i wish you hadnt lost your ch...Oh! this is so sad!! i wish you hadnt lost your childhood diary ... they Are the most precious!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16765039970274452443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-30635009541344236472014-06-25T10:02:28.627-07:002014-06-25T10:02:28.627-07:00a sadness to not have those early memories to hold...a sadness to not have those early memories to hold tangibly, but it is wonderful to have good childhood memories :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414513238308254080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-5105992805848632492014-06-25T08:25:19.719-07:002014-06-25T08:25:19.719-07:00Ah! So you say! But here it is, not forgotten--a...Ah! So you say! But here it is, not forgotten--and here is the person who emerged from "Words, words and words<br />Of childhood<br />That flowed gently<br />On those pages." And she no longer needs her father's corrections, but may have a smile at the memory.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-18649513612969467942014-06-25T08:16:56.327-07:002014-06-25T08:16:56.327-07:00Sometimes we ache for the feeling of things we hav...Sometimes we ache for the feeling of things we have left behind..I think it is all inside..and it definitely comes back..as it does here..Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-90314430921760799592014-06-25T07:33:39.629-07:002014-06-25T07:33:39.629-07:00Oh sumana
"The rainbow thoughts
Of a prancing...Oh sumana<br />"The rainbow thoughts<br />Of a prancing child<br />Who was tamed by words "<br /><br />how lovely that sounds<br />and what a pity the actual words were lost.<br /><br />avalonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08051456576217305095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-36443842193677539392014-06-25T07:30:17.316-07:002014-06-25T07:30:17.316-07:00I like the wistful tone of your poem, Sumana. I ha...I like the wistful tone of your poem, Sumana. I have no idea where the diary I kept on and off for about five years ended up. It was just words thrown on a page but I'd sometimes like to read them again.Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-21893908736379019042014-06-25T07:20:12.447-07:002014-06-25T07:20:12.447-07:00A few years ago I burned 30 years worth of journal...A few years ago I burned 30 years worth of journals and diaries. It was liberating!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-17112631880628504972014-06-25T06:56:06.091-07:002014-06-25T06:56:06.091-07:00I threw all my diaries out years ago Now I keep a ...I threw all my diaries out years ago Now I keep a poetry journal instead.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-87873140041968532722014-06-25T06:03:59.416-07:002014-06-25T06:03:59.416-07:00Even though I don't remember, it is all a part...Even though I don't remember, it is all a part of me, and I know it is a part of you.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-65751765786791438362014-06-25T05:47:34.303-07:002014-06-25T05:47:34.303-07:00i just commented on moonies piece...and said simil...i just commented on moonies piece...and said similar...i have lost journals and it always feels like losing a bit of myself....i put so much in them of my life and day....to lose the words of her father all the more...as it ties to their connection and could not be recovered...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867053657182353336.post-57519055271311155382014-06-25T05:47:20.549-07:002014-06-25T05:47:20.549-07:00Oh, it is sad to read about the disappearance of a...Oh, it is sad to read about the disappearance of a childhood diary. I remember having one in perhaps 5th or 6th grade, but somewhere along the line I myself threw it out. I have never missed it, but after reading your words I kind of do! Sigh.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.com