tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post7696744537479814559..comments2024-03-29T05:15:20.833-04:00Comments on The Storialist: Hands That TrembleHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-32028430172605801422010-10-29T12:01:14.645-04:002010-10-29T12:01:14.645-04:00Hi Hannah,
A parakeet died as I held it in my hand...Hi Hannah,<br />A parakeet died as I held it in my hands. The poor bird came home with us from the pet shop, and did not do well in his first few days. His name was Skylar. I was about twenty-eight. I hate seeing injured animals, or lizards when they are legless, or dying moths or butterflies, because you feel so helpless, knowing there is nothing you can do. But I'd rather feel that compassion, with hands that tremble, than not be affected. This is a beautiful poem.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12588164536314320479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-70800118098085028402010-10-28T20:42:26.888-04:002010-10-28T20:42:26.888-04:00From Therese L. Broderick -- This is a beautiful, ...From Therese L. Broderick -- This is a beautiful, unflinching poem. Both painful and poignant. For me, the trembling initiated in childhood was re-activated when I had to hold my own daughter's sick or dying pets -- gerbils, guinea pigs, rabbits, etc. My husband used to "fish" with my daughter -- catch the fish with a hook that could be removed, then throw the fish back into the water.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-77297956373407435512010-10-27T23:39:27.690-04:002010-10-27T23:39:27.690-04:00That first meeting with death change one forever. ...That first meeting with death change one forever. So nice the way you start with hands and end with feet.La Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-11699747119115275612010-10-27T17:01:35.446-04:002010-10-27T17:01:35.446-04:00You write this as if from the eyes of a child. I r...You write this as if from the eyes of a child. I remember feeling this way. Beautiful poem.Susan Tinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11900811284963063686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-32800722054453147812010-10-27T16:42:13.002-04:002010-10-27T16:42:13.002-04:00One of my earliest sad memories is that little bir...One of my earliest sad memories is that little bird. My hands still shake. Yes, it is all so precarious. Powerful poem, Hannah!Juliehttp://juliebuff.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-31229397659630073542010-10-27T15:01:59.489-04:002010-10-27T15:01:59.489-04:00LOVE this one! I always had a shoe box filled with...LOVE this one! I always had a shoe box filled with some injured critter....attempting to nurse it back to health. Birds and mice would break my heart.....<br /><br />the worse a little chick fallen out of a nest.... :(robin charlottehttp://robincharlotte.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-53962589665276675932010-10-27T14:08:19.575-04:002010-10-27T14:08:19.575-04:00so true but I had to chuckle about the moth...xoxso true but I had to chuckle about the moth...xoxMrsLittleJeanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-90335176450522437222010-10-27T13:45:59.308-04:002010-10-27T13:45:59.308-04:00This was amazing! I just found you over at Terresa...This was amazing! I just found you over at Terresa's blog The Chocolate Chip Waffle... very nice piece!<br /><br />Do you have a follow button? I hate to miss these pieces!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03667521490706435608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-45907597915667172602010-10-27T13:15:05.160-04:002010-10-27T13:15:05.160-04:00Hannah, you are so brilliant in this as to be brea...Hannah, you are so brilliant in this as to be breathtaking. Your poet-voice resonates, and the words sing with it.<br /><br />"The upturned, twitching moth, considering<br />its own mistake, bulb for moon."<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />PS: Have you ever linked to One Shot, I'm sure you've heard of it? This piece would be perfect for it. It's a communal writing blog, poets link to weekly, usually on Tuesdays, another way to meet & greet blog poets & the like! :)*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-9450411648527779692010-10-27T12:30:52.399-04:002010-10-27T12:30:52.399-04:00oh this is so true,oh this is so true,Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-26216959915802990182010-10-27T11:09:34.331-04:002010-10-27T11:09:34.331-04:00Your first line wheels one in. In every couplet, w...Your first line wheels one in. In every couplet, we go through the experience.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com