tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post3473969255414540174..comments2024-03-27T06:04:15.604-04:00Comments on The Storialist: FractionHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-27506638968852118312012-02-05T22:23:53.651-05:002012-02-05T22:23:53.651-05:00This is a poem that will come back to me again and...This is a poem that will come back to me again and again - when outside under the stars feeling the insignificance of this short life; at the bedside of loved ones, infirm; when I put down the telephone, not knowing whether I will ever talk again with the person at the other end of the line.Semaphorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16945917520773585129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-9326659991477455542012-01-23T22:41:13.534-05:002012-01-23T22:41:13.534-05:00Hi Hannah,
I like to think we live on in the mome...Hi Hannah,<br /><br />I like to think we live on in the moments that we've shared with others, hopefully good moments, leaving lasting impressions and endorphins, that in turn were shared with the next person and the next; that every touch of the skin and flash of the eyes has a meaning beyond object or words. I find it so sad, these days, to tour antique shops and to think, that most of these items belong to someone who has died, and no member of the family either wanted it or was there to take it. Photographs are the worst. "Your grey pearls are with a woman flecked with your genes." Well, maybe, hopefully, the story and a photograph went with them. My mother's pearls (quality fakes called Mallorca)- none of us can remember who gave them to her, only that she treasured them and wore them in an early photograph, but at least they are in the care of her grandaughter who loved her. Will the next generation know even less about them, and give them to Goodwill?Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12588164536314320479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-18693920001408621082012-01-18T19:30:18.865-05:002012-01-18T19:30:18.865-05:00Oh, Hannah.Oh, Hannah.Chrissyhttp://silverfinofhope.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-26105943703153427952012-01-18T12:08:32.746-05:002012-01-18T12:08:32.746-05:00My poem response to Fraction is in my litblog, Han...My poem response to Fraction is in my litblog, Hannah. http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2012/01/zero-point-without-you.html<br /><br />Thanks for the prompt. Bravo, H.ALBERT B. CASUGAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403297362821170299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-82366059397732031512012-01-17T15:53:42.569-05:002012-01-17T15:53:42.569-05:00an important poem, hannah. this recognition of th...an important poem, hannah. this recognition of the solidity of <i>things</i> as they drift through time, against the bare flickers that we make against the sky ...James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-56842130998037297152012-01-17T15:08:51.824-05:002012-01-17T15:08:51.824-05:00Do you ever think about what will happen to our bl...Do you ever think about what will happen to our blogs?Susan Tinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11900811284963063686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-2231552941201038902012-01-17T11:04:02.466-05:002012-01-17T11:04:02.466-05:00Love the subject and the chilling last line. I'...Love the subject and the chilling last line. I've long thought we need to see ourselves as objects, just every once in awhile, and now I'll add that we need to see ourselves as fractions (barely). Great idea. Not comforting, of course, but don't most of us do plenty of comforting of ourselves, distorting our size and importance in the process?Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-59520982084267972392012-01-17T09:55:39.808-05:002012-01-17T09:55:39.808-05:00"is there some idea to replace my life""is there some idea to replace my life"WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-56144247303446898162012-01-16T21:17:42.388-05:002012-01-16T21:17:42.388-05:00Beautiful. And a thing of beauty is a joy forever...Beautiful. And a thing of beauty is a joy forever.....Rhonda Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11033363383959099266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-81848331922052792882012-01-16T12:27:26.247-05:002012-01-16T12:27:26.247-05:00This made me cry. A few years ago I bought a Tuar...This made me cry. A few years ago I bought a Tuareg cross. The man who sold it to me said he bought it from a Tuareg woman who was 90. You blew me away. And I LOVE the TITLE! xxMrsLittleJeanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-46383936544457101842012-01-16T11:52:12.322-05:002012-01-16T11:52:12.322-05:00Really enjoyed your poem this morning, Hannah. Lov...Really enjoyed your poem this morning, Hannah. Love the inspiration behind it too.Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-39947930723898142002012-01-16T11:20:59.776-05:002012-01-16T11:20:59.776-05:00The details in this poem are wonderful, Hannah. Wh...The details in this poem are wonderful, Hannah. What a statement on our impermanence!Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-54958110580496161552012-01-16T07:44:15.717-05:002012-01-16T07:44:15.717-05:00Geez. Now I don't even want my breakfast!Geez. Now I don't even want my breakfast!Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com