tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post3764044826079254761..comments2023-10-26T01:28:26.326-06:00Comments on Daily Spirit: THE SEAMSTRESSMyrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-38589762312692489432015-01-02T01:01:16.637-07:002015-01-02T01:01:16.637-07:00If I'd stayed married that would've been m...If I'd stayed married that would've been me...suffocated. Thank you darling for your generous spirit. Love for 2015 <3Chrisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01954004833710064612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-1310812363518844372014-12-20T12:34:13.256-07:002014-12-20T12:34:13.256-07:00What a brilliant tribute to such an amazing lady. ...What a brilliant tribute to such an amazing lady. Loved your poem.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-82963106195223068242014-12-14T08:11:52.067-07:002014-12-14T08:11:52.067-07:00Brilliant. Yes, lack of freedom does that to you. ...Brilliant. Yes, lack of freedom does that to you. Depression as they call it. And people who cannot rebel in real life rebel through their art. What a wonderful and apt thought! Jyotsna Bhatiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12201588215531490861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-33467256675502433952014-12-09T20:37:38.314-07:002014-12-09T20:37:38.314-07:00the art trapped within...how sad a close...and how...the art trapped within...how sad a close...and how sad she only lived her rebelion through her art....and never really seemed to live herself....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-42604579415217753812014-12-09T07:29:34.157-07:002014-12-09T07:29:34.157-07:00a sad story, but a lovely and powerful write.
well...a sad story, but a lovely and powerful write.<br />well, most artists are rebels. :)dsnake1https://www.blogger.com/profile/08724264906690080704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-89176890751713559802014-12-08T17:03:24.756-07:002014-12-08T17:03:24.756-07:00then again she chose to suffer in creativity, i...then again she chose to suffer in creativity, i'll give her points pass a seven<br /><br />have a good week<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-87664576187279672482014-12-08T11:02:28.873-07:002014-12-08T11:02:28.873-07:00It's interesting poem....I loved the weaving t...It's interesting poem....I loved the weaving the seamstress terms in life meaningful acts 'making patches for the holes in fabric of her dreams.' Surprised the notes after poem...the artist spirit as she had left the body....now just ill body exists in the nursing home...how sad and true it is! ~ Glad to come to read you, Myrna. Thanks for stopping by and commenting! xhumbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106270909713851811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-35624656106068112712014-12-07T21:52:37.268-07:002014-12-07T21:52:37.268-07:00Obviously she was meant for lots of goodness of in...Obviously she was meant for lots of goodness of intentions but denied by fate! Great lines Myrna!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-70702498333332035582014-12-07T21:51:24.429-07:002014-12-07T21:51:24.429-07:00oh my, what did i just read? this is thought-provo...oh my, what did i just read? this is thought-provoking and an issue that needs to be addressed carefully. such a powerful read.totomaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805083472267649276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-47746246311809702262014-12-07T20:57:34.593-07:002014-12-07T20:57:34.593-07:00"The rapped art in her lungs could not breath..."The rapped art in her lungs could not breathe"..art needs to be expressed and set free..I liked the idea of the seamstress and life. A clever way to convey a message.Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-68180091973228547282014-12-07T20:17:01.853-07:002014-12-07T20:17:01.853-07:00WOW! It made me think of the play/story Trifles (...WOW! It made me think of the play/story Trifles (Jury of her Peers) by Susan Glaspell where things like stitching are not a trifle., where the real tragedy is that no women got close enough to read the signs before it was too late.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-55255919079003597522014-12-07T17:30:16.353-07:002014-12-07T17:30:16.353-07:00One of my favorites of yours! Such wonderful meta...One of my favorites of yours! Such wonderful metaphor and you explored it so well hereAudrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-61782020841953774902014-12-07T16:24:31.273-07:002014-12-07T16:24:31.273-07:00Myrna, a poignant write. She does sound very talen...Myrna, a poignant write. She does sound very talented. My fave lines: "making patches for the holes in fabric of her dreams. " and so true, "The trapped art in her lungs could not breathe." <br /><br />Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-24396487169994690892014-12-07T14:38:23.730-07:002014-12-07T14:38:23.730-07:00What a sad, yet powerful, metaphor. You have relay...What a sad, yet powerful, metaphor. You have relayed it so poignantly....the sewing of her own fate with tight stitches....the way that we are often accomplices in our own bondage. Wow. So much story here and so beautifully written.C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-31905534478675924302014-12-07T14:15:32.464-07:002014-12-07T14:15:32.464-07:00This is a very sad story.. depression can be to be...This is a very sad story.. depression can be to be trapped by things you don't want to do.. to sew when the art want to pour out. To write fact when you want fiction.. to write prose when you long for poetry.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-23829243180774489472014-12-07T12:20:56.504-07:002014-12-07T12:20:56.504-07:00So very sad, so very beautiful, so very common...
...So very sad, so very beautiful, so very common...<br />And how glad I am that your art cannot be constrained.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-80626070983726552332014-12-07T12:08:29.477-07:002014-12-07T12:08:29.477-07:00This is very clever, Myrna. I like how you wrote u...This is very clever, Myrna. I like how you wrote up/down -- sort of like a sewing machine stitch. I am glad that she had her designs to zig zag what otherwise seemed a rather controlled and conventional life. I think the stifled human being often finds a way to live outside a preconceived box, a way to express who they are....somehow.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-6429168993391505352014-12-07T12:03:02.256-07:002014-12-07T12:03:02.256-07:00This is a very touching portrait, food for a novel...This is a very touching portrait, food for a novel or a movie. I like how you used the image of the patterns, Myrna. Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-74740635336959859982014-12-07T11:11:55.641-07:002014-12-07T11:11:55.641-07:00Such sadness for the woman who had not a chance to...Such sadness for the woman who had not a chance to sing her true song....I see my mother now lost as she struggles to make sense of her life still unclear.Donna@LivingFromHappinesshttp://www.livingfromhappiness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-81670304127585930102014-12-07T10:12:23.393-07:002014-12-07T10:12:23.393-07:00oh heck... how tough when there's no chance to...oh heck... how tough when there's no chance to make happen what is inside you... i wish she had had the chance to live her dreams and release the art within herClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com