tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post2578220879786151657..comments2023-11-17T03:52:12.782-05:00Comments on murmurs: Sun's GlorySarah Hinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-72270415955875325182008-06-13T07:14:00.000-04:002008-06-13T07:14:00.000-04:00Beautiful, curiously sad and filling the heart wit...Beautiful, curiously sad and filling the heart with happiness at the same time...Vesperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417602625059442986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-87056181859542610302008-06-09T10:47:00.000-04:002008-06-09T10:47:00.000-04:00They must be good memories, Billy. :) Chris, there...They must be good memories, Billy. :) <BR/><BR/>Chris, there is something soft about this piece. And yet the yearning cuts hard. <BR/><BR/>Thank you! :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-23857719206143214152008-06-09T00:48:00.000-04:002008-06-09T00:48:00.000-04:00So elegant and soft...So elegant and soft...Chris Eldinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11794946908789120139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-47517027817017526482008-06-08T11:23:00.000-04:002008-06-08T11:23:00.000-04:00"eyelash caresses." Oh, that brings back memories..."eyelash caresses." Oh, that brings back memories from my past :) Beautiful poem, Sarah!WHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815646433314236886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-85737878314874339462008-06-06T10:35:00.000-04:002008-06-06T10:35:00.000-04:00As long as I'm not the guy who blows his brains ou...As long as I'm not the guy who blows his brains out, Scott. <BR/><BR/>But yeah, I adored that movie growing up. Big surprise...<BR/><BR/>;)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-74389309710175064002008-06-06T10:20:00.000-04:002008-06-06T10:20:00.000-04:00My comment was, that you and Jason have your own s...My comment was, that you and Jason have your own secret language! I think you two should resuscitate the Dead Poets society.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13323167263283798566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-7593630967406434812008-06-06T10:13:00.000-04:002008-06-06T10:13:00.000-04:00Sorry, Scott! Blogger gets hungry sometimes...;)Sorry, Scott! Blogger gets hungry sometimes...<BR/><BR/>;)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-64662137935710718722008-06-06T10:02:00.000-04:002008-06-06T10:02:00.000-04:00That's wierd, I commented here earlier and it's go...That's wierd, I commented here earlier and it's gone!Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13323167263283798566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-11461560713764753712008-06-05T10:46:00.000-04:002008-06-05T10:46:00.000-04:00Yeah, I was lucky to find this photo, Ello. Its fr...Yeah, I was lucky to find this photo, Ello. Its fragility is breathtaking. Thank you! <BR/><BR/>I've always been fascinated by morning glories, Aine. My mom has some lovely ones in her garden. Their bloom has a short reign, but it's a heightened state of loveliness, I think.<BR/><BR/>But yes, I agree with you about the moonflower. That's the time of day I usually come alive, too. ;)<BR/><BR/>Jason, that desire for warmth must be a universal one. But yes, there is a poignancy to that satellite moon as well. Even if its light is only reflected, its distance covers us all.Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-84011351664846436902008-06-05T10:01:00.000-04:002008-06-05T10:01:00.000-04:00The longing in this one is so potent.There's a lov...The longing in this one is so potent.<BR/><BR/>There's a loveliness to the cold moon, to the not-having. But nothing can replace that soaring warmth that only the morning sun can bring.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-3362484910543626082008-06-05T09:23:00.000-04:002008-06-05T09:23:00.000-04:00Stunning photo!"If just for one morning"... so poi...Stunning photo!<BR/><BR/>"If just for one morning"... so poignant. <BR/><BR/>Morning light has great healing properties. You've captured the quality of those first rays very well.<BR/><BR/>But as a tried and true nightowl, I suppose the moonflower would be more my speed.... The last rays of twilight charge me with energy.<BR/>;)Ainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-87240218302858894862008-06-04T20:32:00.000-04:002008-06-04T20:32:00.000-04:00I love the photo and the poem. They work together ...I love the photo and the poem. They work together like melody and harmony!Ello - Ellen Ohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18311917335471167591noreply@blogger.com