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Comment By:  John Armlovich on March 7, 2012 04:46:17 PM |
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Your opening two lines "where do rainbows go
when it rains at midnight?"
remind me of the song Rainbow in the Dark by Dio. a great poem you have here that asks many of life's questions. good luck finding the answers,
John
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| Comment By: Firestone Feinberg on March 7, 2012 01:30:58 PM |
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Beautiful poem about where things go -- especially loved the last verse about poems... I sometimes wonder if everything we say travels through space and collects somewhere -- like the sound-waves just keep going on and on -- (although i don't think that's quite proper physics -- it's poetic physics -- what do i know -- i hated school) So glad you re-posted this gem! -- glad my poem inspired you to do so. Great to read all the (old) comments! --David
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| Comment By: e. Gene Myers on March 6, 2012 09:19:55 PM |
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Your opening two lines...
where do rainbows go
when it rains at midnight?
Made me think .... Just what does the back side of a rainbow look like?
I was once told by a poet, whom I thought at the time knew lots about poetry, that questions had no place in poetry.
I like it
Gene
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| Comment By: Mary F. Charest on October 31, 2010 11:46:13 AM |
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| Mythinks they go into the annals of time...to be retrieved later by a creative mind. This is a very interesting poem and the title caught my attention. Great work, Linda. I like the style, too. Mary
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| Comment By: Alfred on February 12, 2010 07:30:57 PM |
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Good things have a way of disapearing when we'd want them to remain. I like to hold on to the good things in my memorty and forget the bad. Not always easy, but I like to try.
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| Comment By: Dragonfly on January 17, 2010 07:31:34 PM |
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Great title and questions for us to ponder sheedreams as we suddenly wonder where the time went as well. I think John Lennon once said "It's all out there to be tapped into." So that's where it goes I believe too, whether written, spoken, or thought :D
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| Comment By: Filthy on November 22, 2009 02:44:21 AM |
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This is such a good poem...the title is brilliant! I do have to agree with those below me. Poems never die! Great stuff here, Linda.
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| Comment By: Jennifer on November 20, 2009 09:51:40 PM |
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good questions put in poetic form. My favoirte line is about the poems.... You drew me in with the title. I like that!
Jen
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| Comment By: The Bag Lady on November 20, 2009 10:31:20 AM |
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Ahhh, Ljo~! Love the quizzical part of your thoughts~!! Indeed, those rainbows....where are they?...Do they hide behind the moon?....I have to say that I believe there are no dead poems...If a thought spills from a poet, then it is forever, no matter if anyone reads the work....Poems don't die, IMO, they just get better with time....
Good job.....Margaret....
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| Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on November 18, 2009 02:09:16 PM |
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many questions and I liked the way you wove personal things in too.
Ali x
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| Comment By: Tina Steele on November 16, 2009 10:23:46 PM |
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very interesting :)
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| Comment By: She Whispers on November 16, 2009 09:00:10 AM |
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THis really makes the mind ponder alright....
You have such a great way to express yourself..
THis could have several answers.... awesome poem....
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| Comment By: Andrew on November 15, 2009 10:48:23 PM |
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Great! Talk about generating food for thought, even with something you'd normally think about - like rainbows at night and whispers falling short. keep it up....
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| Comment By: b w mayer on November 15, 2009 04:22:24 PM |
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What a beautiful group of thoughts!! I love it!!
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| Comment By: Jessica Ruth Myr on November 15, 2009 03:33:17 PM |
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A moving series of questions, and elegantly put.
Dead poems never go anywhere; they stay, and they gnaw at you, until you release them.
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| Comment By: Barbara Demasson on November 15, 2009 03:07:19 PM |
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Oh my goodness....where do I start? Questions gallore and my brain wants to take a run at them all...but have no fear lovely Linda...I will not go on forever here. (A promise I'll try hard to keep.) I'll address the one that grabbed and shook me.
"where do songs go
when two hearts
forget how to sing?" ...do all love songs go to the same place? Do they go anywhere at all? Or do they just play on inside a broken heart...with incredible sadness but grow fainter and fainter with time? I know you just said "songs" and not "love songs" but I read into it. Okay...I'm back on track now. I don't believe hearts that once knew how to sing ever forget how...they just wait for new music to start to play. Oh...and I just have to say one last thing...poems never die, they can be resuscited at any time. Great pondering here girlfriend!
I'll shut up now. =))
~Barbara~ *zipping it*
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| Comment By: Harold Ham McLelland on November 15, 2009 03:04:33 PM |
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Where indeed! Maybe they all go to Germany like the hunger after having a snickers bar? Everyone searches for what they think is lost. Be they Rainbows, Stars, Whispers, Kisses, Songs, Hugs, Poems or Plays. Maybe they aren't really lost at all. They may just want to be appreciated for how special they are when we find them. Wonderful write Linda Jo! Ham
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