tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post2631882100953493274..comments2023-05-17T01:03:11.834-07:00Comments on Diary of Bones: Keuka LakeArcher's Boneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15507043334472692421noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-781627355179745982015-04-02T20:13:53.995-07:002015-04-02T20:13:53.995-07:00Lovely beginnings — and a beautiful poem. complete...Lovely beginnings — and a beautiful poem. complete in its brevity.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-63484247309362155042015-04-02T06:25:39.885-07:002015-04-02T06:25:39.885-07:00Really nice. I think we have some new otters aroun...Really nice. I think we have some new otters around here!Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-20196133404577525452015-04-01T22:55:09.464-07:002015-04-01T22:55:09.464-07:00poetry bones take time to grow and strengthen. wel...poetry bones take time to grow and strengthen. well penned ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-74698181922437576742015-04-01T21:05:24.579-07:002015-04-01T21:05:24.579-07:00How desperate we become when even water dies. I am...How desperate we become when even water dies. I am so glad the lake birthed poetry.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-70937169747442579132015-04-01T19:44:19.718-07:002015-04-01T19:44:19.718-07:00Same in the lake where I grew up - back then it wa...Same in the lake where I grew up - back then it was still pretty clean but not any more.........I love your dad saying "No otter!" and that his wordplay resonated with you.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-3959538669631302172015-04-01T17:21:14.882-07:002015-04-01T17:21:14.882-07:00It is terrible when a lake is turned into fear by ...It is terrible when a lake is turned into fear by lack of responsibility and too much selfishness. I can see the poetry coming out of your child's upturned lips, seeping through your shaking fists (squeezed too tight)... I would have been angry, and terribly sad. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-19912567655644596472015-04-01T17:15:54.741-07:002015-04-01T17:15:54.741-07:00I'm with these ladies on the sad factor...it b...I'm with these ladies on the sad factor...it breaks my heart the way Nature is treated. I love your memories of the lake and of your father. Beautiful image!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-66786448690219349112015-04-01T17:02:41.458-07:002015-04-01T17:02:41.458-07:00So pretty... such a shame.So pretty... such a shame.Debi Swimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255928985823418669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-70927634065376397522015-04-01T15:29:14.034-07:002015-04-01T15:29:14.034-07:00Your poem is 'chilling, with unease' !
How...Your poem is 'chilling, with unease' !<br />How sad~Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677656433774493646.post-28008493093046714572015-04-01T11:56:59.623-07:002015-04-01T11:56:59.623-07:00How sad to think of a beautiful lake being rendere...How sad to think of a beautiful lake being rendered un-swimmable and otterless.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com