tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post567900647793004610..comments2023-10-26T01:28:26.326-06:00Comments on Daily Spirit: THE MODERN DAY CRONEMyrna R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-64018895862748830872014-08-17T05:40:40.125-06:002014-08-17T05:40:40.125-06:00A heartfelt poem of aging and embracing the inner ...A heartfelt poem of aging and embracing the inner child.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-10724307755394358912014-08-15T17:08:33.540-06:002014-08-15T17:08:33.540-06:00"She's more relaxed now." is what I..."She's more relaxed now." is what I relate to. That has been one good thing about getting older - not feeling that I have to live up to someone else's expectations... to be my own person. Great write.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-87080506976392044732014-08-14T12:54:51.752-06:002014-08-14T12:54:51.752-06:00now go and make those airdives... smiles.... it...now go and make those airdives... smiles.... it's cool if we cool a bit down with age but def. don't let those sparks and longing for life dieClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-40159773707919718462014-08-14T04:31:14.474-06:002014-08-14T04:31:14.474-06:00"then stark truth of pain,
when she clenched..."then stark truth of pain, <br />when she clenched <br />to what she was forced to let go."<br />loved these lines.... the harder we hold the more things want to get away from us... beautiful Myrna!Arushi Ahujahttp://thetaleofaglobetrotter.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-67174399501829474932014-08-14T03:55:27.982-06:002014-08-14T03:55:27.982-06:00Looks like she has to move fast. No one is going t...Looks like she has to move fast. No one is going to wait for her. That is the way life is in most instances! Nicely Myrna!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-79881805859707083852014-08-13T21:07:17.397-06:002014-08-13T21:07:17.397-06:00 Great poem, love the idea of age not being about ... Great poem, love the idea of age not being about wisdom.Gen Giggles https://www.blogger.com/profile/13744815023509063722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-17050123747988144212014-08-13T19:41:33.966-06:002014-08-13T19:41:33.966-06:00What the hunger for love can do to us!What the hunger for love can do to us!SandyCarlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-5661034810826487052014-08-13T18:49:18.201-06:002014-08-13T18:49:18.201-06:00WOW!!!! What a lollapullooza of a poem - "cle...WOW!!!! What a lollapullooza of a poem - "clenched...what she was forced to let go"...really speaks to me......as does "she still doesnt know what she doesnt know". You are singing our song. Myrna, singing it true and fine. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-69620137075214215282014-08-13T17:46:07.142-06:002014-08-13T17:46:07.142-06:00I hope that, at the end of her life, she feels she...I hope that, at the end of her life, she feels she has achieved something and found some happiness. Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-80159547071524737852014-08-13T16:54:39.238-06:002014-08-13T16:54:39.238-06:00This crone loves your last stanza - and is singing...This crone loves your last stanza - and is singing it now. Thank you.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-12701102763162288562014-08-13T16:32:06.965-06:002014-08-13T16:32:06.965-06:00Oh yes, I think the urge to be visible is an agele...Oh yes, I think the urge to be visible is an ageless one. And that proverbial ride is one which we all will remember.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-51505593037254072622014-08-13T15:48:50.463-06:002014-08-13T15:48:50.463-06:00hehehe...I'm not very old but what you said ab...hehehe...I'm not very old but what you said about age and wisdom not synonymous stood out. So there are old people who are not wise? that's something new. smiles.Nicholas https://www.blogger.com/profile/05252355730748268069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-42249667554535513302014-08-13T11:46:45.241-06:002014-08-13T11:46:45.241-06:00This really packs a punch and such a great ending....This really packs a punch and such a great ending. Full of life's magic experience.alan1704https://www.blogger.com/profile/16068631142963794991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-79797439114245412962014-08-13T11:35:35.800-06:002014-08-13T11:35:35.800-06:00Love what you write and what you imply. A heady mi...Love what you write and what you imply. A heady mix on a difficult subject. You sculpted a persona in words complete with problems, emotions and sunbursts.avalonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08051456576217305095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-75621550125278899922014-08-13T11:26:10.194-06:002014-08-13T11:26:10.194-06:00"the capacity to recognize happiness / then u..."the capacity to recognize happiness / then uncloak it,"...yessss...love the spirit :) and don't mind bumpy landing at all...happiness unfolds itself gradually we only need to be a bit relaxed...love the happy lines specially the last stanza..Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-2323519160080844722014-08-13T11:03:03.031-06:002014-08-13T11:03:03.031-06:00I, too, especially like the last stanza. I think w...I, too, especially like the last stanza. I think we always have that little child inside of us.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-13854802424270992542014-08-13T11:02:15.345-06:002014-08-13T11:02:15.345-06:00ha. we think a lot of things when we are young...
...ha. we think a lot of things when we are young...<br />and some of it we can achieve again...experience isnot the best teacher<br />but she is a teacher...and with age i def seem to understand<br />a bit more....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773948027407820171.post-70237296109626551552014-08-13T10:44:16.692-06:002014-08-13T10:44:16.692-06:00Wow. I enjoy how this poem picks up speed in the ...Wow. I enjoy how this poem picks up speed in the last stanza, as if the first three were the plugs that were holding the truth--what she KNOWS--inside. Once they cautiously appeared, and the narrator accepted turbulence, out pours all she knows about her own happiness. Bravo!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com