tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post8429105357899052356..comments2023-03-28T07:32:16.266-07:00Comments on Moineau en France: Yellow Vinyl ChairLaura Tattoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05503853041054419287noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-59443445767753276442009-06-06T21:52:40.801-07:002009-06-06T21:52:40.801-07:00Right now I feel so very little .. even helpless. ...Right now I feel so very little .. even helpless. I walked, small, but tough.<br /><br />You have woven here a terrible but perfect scene of your childhood. One to which I partially relate, one to which I can fully feel and in which I can become fully engulfed. Well done my friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-25367480974829609152009-06-04T19:13:16.739-07:002009-06-04T19:13:16.739-07:00imagery and symbols push the
poem and the child...imagery and symbols push the<br />poem and the child's vision<br />The yellow hot sticky vinyl places it in real and surreal time.<br /><br />I love it cherie!Jan Hershhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14822908049171411376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-25380139980006894652009-06-04T18:48:53.240-07:002009-06-04T18:48:53.240-07:00hey, sweetheart, thanks for the comment! i was wor...hey, sweetheart, thanks for the comment! i was working last night and pushed publish, but the poem was done... i thought i pulled it back. but when i woke up and found your mail, i went directly to jail and didn't pass go and didn't collect $200 (except from the stimulus but that's almost gone... :>>)))<br /><br />read it again? it's better! thank you for sharing that incident. ron said last night he saw a twilight zone episode, one of the new ones from the 80s, just like this. i can't forget that terror... my childhood was a mix of scenes like this and idyllic sonnets sung to nature and other children whom i played with... xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxLaura Tattoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05503853041054419287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075224319054587651.post-52003918619428673882009-06-04T12:06:53.910-07:002009-06-04T12:06:53.910-07:00Wow. It brings to mind my own visit to an unfamil...Wow. It brings to mind my own visit to an unfamiliar aunt at the age of four. I recall my grandmother opening the door, giving me an eye level view of the woman sitting, her large legs with stockings starting below the knee. I recall vivid details of the place years later, yet it was not traumatic, just strange. I can imagine how an incident like yours would register. Makes me want to comfort the child frantically trying to make sense out of the scene. I'm glad your father came back to you. <br /><br />Love,<br />Maureen<br /><br />p.s. I never saw Aunt Til again. I'm in the library, have forgotten my password and am quite fogged.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com