winter stars without you to name them
—Roberta Beary
Issue 09.1 | 28 January 2010
Alone under the stars and living in the precious memory.
Simply moving. Amazing how a short poem like this can have so much emotion.
Wonderful! Beautiful!
Beautiful, sad, moving. Thank you.
Oh, Roberta, My John always knew the name of everything! And you’ve named the spot where I now live.
Fantastic one liner. So much in it, what’s there and what’s not.
Your poem was fun, for me! First read, I thought it sad and moving. Second read, I imagined that the person COULD be relieved that he was finally left to his own thoughts and imagination.
I like the spare quality in the speaker’s longing very much… one from my pocket:
handful of agates nootka roses on the wind this far without you
magnificent line!…
i could feel how sad this is…
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January 28th, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Alone under the stars and living
in the precious memory.
January 28th, 2010 at 3:47 pm
Simply moving. Amazing how a short poem like this can have so much emotion.
January 28th, 2010 at 3:55 pm
Wonderful! Beautiful!
January 28th, 2010 at 3:58 pm
Beautiful, sad, moving. Thank you.
January 28th, 2010 at 7:08 pm
Oh, Roberta, My John always knew the name of everything! And you’ve named the spot where I now live.
January 29th, 2010 at 7:36 am
Fantastic one liner. So much in it, what’s there and what’s not.
February 4th, 2010 at 12:12 pm
Your poem was fun, for me! First read, I thought it sad and moving. Second read, I imagined that the person COULD be relieved that he was finally left to his own thoughts and imagination.
February 4th, 2010 at 3:14 pm
I like the spare quality in the speaker’s longing very much… one from my pocket:
handful of agates
nootka roses on the wind
this far without you
June 11th, 2010 at 9:38 am
magnificent line!…
i could feel how sad this is…