tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post6252934570855421019..comments2024-03-29T05:15:20.833-04:00Comments on The Storialist: RootsHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-46171873778918288452010-07-02T16:20:28.454-04:002010-07-02T16:20:28.454-04:00As I am presently in a fox( evade capture) mood th...As I am presently in a fox( evade capture) mood the idea of these roots scare me. The first two lines speak to the sharpness and edge that these seemingly soft tendrils of entrapment contain. Powerful poem, Hannah.La Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-47433560173295931772010-07-02T07:50:06.225-04:002010-07-02T07:50:06.225-04:00Immediately made me (ever the nurse and admirer of...Immediately made me (ever the nurse and admirer of the human body and its architect) think of the branching out of bronchi to bronchioles, eventually to air sacs; arteries to arterioles to capillaries; spinal cord to nerves and brain tissue to synapses. Not to mention familial, emotional, etc., etc., etc. Quite the archetypal image and summarized beautifully in your poem.Anne Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337168781594497655noreply@blogger.com