tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post6798049291928556124..comments2023-11-14T03:13:43.700-08:00Comments on Worditude: MIDNIGHT EPIPHANIESindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-73628638936580975732017-08-10T21:33:36.236-07:002017-08-10T21:33:36.236-07:00Something about it is very soothing...like reachin...Something about it is very soothing...like reaching home, the muse and the comfy slumber at the end. Somehow you took me back to my maternal home...thank you!!Sreejahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01395234979504881964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-40773515744415771302017-08-10T20:32:54.935-07:002017-08-10T20:32:54.935-07:00will-o-the-whispers
wander in and out of my
thou...will-o-the-whispers <br />wander in and out of my <br />thoughts in a rustle of <br />satin and silken swish<br /><br />Fantastic word-craft Beverly. You are so lucky to be able to bring them out into words when others practically forget them in the morning!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-49923271428924552382017-08-10T13:16:10.151-07:002017-08-10T13:16:10.151-07:00This poem has its own rhythm of the night, and wha...This poem has its own rhythm of the night, and what a wonderful array of guests and visitors. I am enthralled.Alison Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08215158863724691355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-35534003450848706002017-08-09T14:29:35.102-07:002017-08-09T14:29:35.102-07:00This poem screams to be read aloud! It is just wo...This poem screams to be read aloud! It is just wonderful, Bev! Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14971432705586726610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-29240225471484349582017-08-09T11:28:11.444-07:002017-08-09T11:28:11.444-07:00I know this scenario so well and you've portra...I know this scenario so well and you've portrayed it perfectly, Bev, especially in the lines:<br />'when I lay me down to sleep, will-o-the-whispers <br />wander in and out of my thoughts in a rustle of <br />satin and silken swish, flinging words and phrases <br />like tangled skeins spun by some shape-shifter’s <br />loom' - superb!<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-54791514205355523202017-08-08T20:29:54.458-07:002017-08-08T20:29:54.458-07:00Bummer! Sorry it doesn't work for you. I don...Bummer! Sorry it doesn't work for you. I don't wake up to scribble, though, the words rocket through my head and keep me from going to sleep until I write them down!indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-13976099837636527182017-08-08T20:21:47.599-07:002017-08-08T20:21:47.599-07:00Oh my goodness; I am dying over this:
"will-...Oh my goodness; I am dying over this:<br /><br />"will-o-the-whispers <br />wander in and out of my thoughts in a rustle of <br />satin and silken swish"<br /><br />Gorgeous!<br /><br />Love love love:<br />"Carousels and chapel bells, cowboy boots <br />and vagabond’s loot"<br /><br />Hearts for the haiku, as well. :)✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-73297994263893394562017-08-08T17:48:18.962-07:002017-08-08T17:48:18.962-07:00For years I kept a sleep journal, but during the l...For years I kept a sleep journal, but during the light of day. i was like reading Jabberwocky prose' made me smile, but never roused a Muse.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-20985467616335956472017-08-08T17:36:30.028-07:002017-08-08T17:36:30.028-07:00You are so imaginative Bev with the words on their...You are so imaginative Bev with the words on their poetic adventure ~ I sleep blissfully, too tired to remember the words that will visit me ~ I normally write first thing when I wake up ~ Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-2644124656624440132017-08-08T17:16:37.075-07:002017-08-08T17:16:37.075-07:00A magical midnight drift. I imagine this is just a...A magical midnight drift. I imagine this is just a well written flight of a poet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-12828218625020702582017-08-08T16:56:53.713-07:002017-08-08T16:56:53.713-07:00will-o-the-whispers
wander in and out of my thoug...will-o-the-whispers <br />wander in and out of my thoughts in a rustle of <br />satin and silken swish, flinging words and phrases <br />like tangled skeins spun by some shape-shifter’s <br />loom. "<br /><br />Oh, I love that and so relate to it. I think some of my better poetry has been when the shape-shifter kicked me out of bed and made me write the darn poem.Victoria Ceretto-Slottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791036961620087347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-91789091664493902512017-08-08T16:51:06.979-07:002017-08-08T16:51:06.979-07:00Okay... I tried that sleep journal thing. I had N...Okay... I tried that sleep journal thing. I had NO IDEA in the morning what I wrote, or what I had in my rattled brain when I awoke to scribble.Charleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08662221501459533188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-28884322706166841412017-08-08T14:49:23.640-07:002017-08-08T14:49:23.640-07:00Nice sound to this. Thinking at night and dreamin...Nice sound to this. Thinking at night and dreaming during the day sounds like the way to do things. The "would-be" can be removed since you are a poet.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-63176832826426362512017-08-08T13:56:41.015-07:002017-08-08T13:56:41.015-07:00I especially like the abyss of word salad. It des...I especially like the abyss of word salad. It describes most of my dreams. I sleep journal too. Sometimes important things come as a night vision.Waltermarkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619428258264938946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-28661989321003770582017-08-08T13:42:58.460-07:002017-08-08T13:42:58.460-07:00Funny you ask, Lillian. I often wonder what some ...Funny you ask, Lillian. I often wonder what some future person might think of my little journal, and the hopeless scribbles therein. I'm sure I'm the only one who could decipher them!indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-17263303186464460922017-08-08T13:25:21.509-07:002017-08-08T13:25:21.509-07:00Love everything about this post and most especiall...Love everything about this post and most especially<br />"will-o-the-whispers <br />wander in and out of my thoughts in a rustle of <br />satin and silken swish, flinging words and phrases <br />like tangled skeins spun by some shape-shifter’s <br />loom. "<br />Smiling I am.....so my only question is this....when the epiphany comes upon you and you write it down, do you ever wake up in the morning unable to read your drowsy script? I keep my journal in the study so by the time I stumble into that room and turn on the light, my hand is a little more steady :)lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.com