Thursday, October 10, 2013
That Touch to the Heart from Bloggerland
I opened my laptop and clicked into that world of writers, weavers, warriors and world thinkers this morning. They post their photographs with stunning clarity, their arguments with stunning passion, their poetry with sweet love, and their emotions with bold and naked honesty. They visit my screen with irregular regularity and come for so many reasons, both hidden and open.
Sometimes I have to follow them for a while before I really 'get' them. Unlike Renee Zellweger in Jerry Maguire, I am not always captured at "Hello.' I may have to read between the lines or pick through archival posts to fill in the picture as I am a detail type of gal.
Blogger lost one of these members today. He wrote poetry, the type I have to re-read to fully grasp the journey of words that he took me on. He had met death many years ago when he was a young boy and that struggle haunted many of his poems. His comments on my poetry and prose were so wonderfully gentle and dishonest, but I loved him for it.
Once again I say good-bye to someone who had reached through the screen and touched my heart with startling reality. I am so hoping, Dave, that you have found a lovely little pub where all the poets who came before you can sit and talk about your poetry and toast to your successful writing.