tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post5485334105419456814..comments2024-03-02T20:00:50.737+11:00Comments on Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Trai_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_sGemma Wisemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540188839321484noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-72678212187885777772011-09-19T10:30:51.584+10:002011-09-19T10:30:51.584+10:00These childhood journeys and the forays into memor...These childhood journeys and the forays into memory to unearth them are some of the hardest of all. You show us truth with calm clarity and compassion. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-41289567110503427562011-09-19T07:06:46.796+10:002011-09-19T07:06:46.796+10:00This train trip transformed in these three lines &...This train trip transformed in these three lines "Her black<br />Sweeping hat<br />Crushed all sense"<br />And the poem took a child into our hearts. <br />Sensitive and real.<br />Well done.<br />GBeachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-37866414637249674682011-09-19T06:27:12.767+10:002011-09-19T06:27:12.767+10:00Like a train ride, this moves calmly and inexorabl...Like a train ride, this moves calmly and inexorably to its destination, taking us through a moment that seems passive, like something seen out the train window passing, but of course, remains always, in that unique way our childhood losses and sorrows do. A fine poem, Gemma.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-86421590344480524362011-09-19T03:11:05.980+10:002011-09-19T03:11:05.980+10:00can you believe, i was in sydney for 4 weeks on bu...can you believe, i was in sydney for 4 weeks on business and so wanted to make this train ride to the blue mountains but didn't manage to fit it in...still sad about this...so thanks for taking me there with your words..Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-38013666520641966472011-09-19T01:19:59.674+10:002011-09-19T01:19:59.674+10:00Ahh... a very moving reflection of a traumatic chi...Ahh... a very moving reflection of a traumatic childhood memory. Blessings.<br /><br />~laurieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467673506431999910.post-11005507767700495702011-09-18T21:41:08.892+10:002011-09-18T21:41:08.892+10:00i hope that it would...ah no wonder the ride is so...i hope that it would...ah no wonder the ride is so real to you...the death of a father or any parent is so hard...the journey though you capture it well...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com