tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post379915185529225829..comments2024-03-14T00:10:30.777-07:00Comments on A Net Full of Butterflies: Unspoken Words to the Dying,Carrie Van Hornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-34778348637551278932023-05-12T11:06:18.649-07:002023-05-12T11:06:18.649-07:00Thank you so much Shay. I am not sure how I missed...Thank you so much Shay. I am not sure how I missed your comment, but I am responding now. I always appreciate your thoughts on my poems. You are a legend in your own time with poetry. If genius poetry could make someone rich, you would own a yacht, have a Jaguar, and live in a mansion where no haikus could be spoken within the halls. Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-89190610574269200072023-03-03T07:11:11.222-08:002023-03-03T07:11:11.222-08:00The whole post is outstanding but the last five li...The whole post is outstanding but the last five lines.. pure genius.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-88290249561472797352023-02-28T09:22:20.298-08:002023-02-28T09:22:20.298-08:00This is soothing in its sad tone, comforting in it...This is soothing in its sad tone, comforting in its compassion. I really love this Carrie!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-8951082848771383402023-02-06T00:32:47.294-08:002023-02-06T00:32:47.294-08:00Yes, and I think that wisdom holds a watchful sile...Yes, and I think that wisdom holds a watchful silence. Time and experience can provide that. I am speaking of wisdom more for you than me. You are a wise soul my friend. 💜Carrie Burtthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016231028602947306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-62498364496653337342023-02-05T06:51:53.927-08:002023-02-05T06:51:53.927-08:00Thank you so much Sara! I agree on leaving this wo...Thank you so much Sara! I agree on leaving this world with music and I appreciate your sweet comment my friend.Carrie Burtthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016231028602947306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-82203169798468123472023-02-04T17:38:47.866-08:002023-02-04T17:38:47.866-08:00"I am an old frayed ribbon from the gift of m..."I am an old frayed ribbon from the gift of memory of long long ago.<br /><br />Just one hard pull and I could break."<br /><br />This touched me very deeply. I hope to hear music when it's time to go.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-36974901062204804642023-02-02T08:21:36.624-08:002023-02-02T08:21:36.624-08:00I most love "Now my heart is a nightbird.&quo...I most love "Now my heart is a nightbird." I think mine is too. I have grown increasingly more silent and watchful......Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-65045013588818821462023-02-01T20:41:09.588-08:002023-02-01T20:41:09.588-08:00What a beautiful thing to say Helen. Thank you so ...What a beautiful thing to say Helen. Thank you so much 💖Carrie Burtthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016231028602947306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-1834998181896788042023-02-01T07:40:54.176-08:002023-02-01T07:40:54.176-08:00Carrie, you have touched every inch of my being wi...Carrie, you have touched every inch of my being with this gorgeous post. If music ushers me to the netherworld ... I can think of nothing finer. Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-5066963593320200772023-01-30T19:08:51.758-08:002023-01-30T19:08:51.758-08:00Thank you so much Lisa. It was one from deep in th...Thank you so much Lisa. It was one from deep in the heart.Carrie Burtthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016231028602947306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-22674472281610938252023-01-30T17:31:38.307-08:002023-01-30T17:31:38.307-08:00Carrie, I felt your heart opening up on this write...Carrie, I felt your heart opening up on this write. I also believe that hearing can travel between the realms of life and the place after it. JadeLihttp://tao-talk.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-82148526023705039812023-01-30T08:22:27.828-08:002023-01-30T08:22:27.828-08:00Awww thank you Gillena. I appreciate your words. ...Awww thank you Gillena. I appreciate your words. Have a great week my friend.Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-90526408040791882872023-01-30T08:21:50.548-08:002023-01-30T08:21:50.548-08:00Thank you so much Truedessa, and I agree with you ...Thank you so much Truedessa, and I agree with you on the music. I so enjoyed your poem as well. Have a wonderful week my friend!Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-76817555016677356262023-01-30T08:20:52.511-08:002023-01-30T08:20:52.511-08:00Thank you Chrissa! I always love your comments. T...Thank you Chrissa! I always love your comments. They are a bit of poetry all on their own. It was such a rainy Sunday for sure. Looks like we may have a few rainy days this week. Stay dry my friend.Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-7101301553638593322023-01-30T08:17:40.333-08:002023-01-30T08:17:40.333-08:00Thank you so much Sunra. Your response made my day...Thank you so much Sunra. Your response made my day my friend! Thank you! It is always wonderful to have you and your lovely writing at the Muse.Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-83843482131441425222023-01-30T08:15:18.324-08:002023-01-30T08:15:18.324-08:00Thank you so much Sherry. I appreciate the connect...Thank you so much Sherry. I appreciate the connection we have in our lives and our poetry. Your story of your mom does resonate with me too. You have been through so much and have so much beautiful poetry from your experience. When we are writers, our hearts do want to speak the truth and all that it captures. Thank you so much for your lovely words and encouragement my dear friend. You always inspire me!Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-5610493042967827052023-01-29T19:14:04.217-08:002023-01-29T19:14:04.217-08:00"I am an old frayed ribbon from the gift of m..."I am an old frayed ribbon from the gift of memory "<br />Oh definitely one is fragile in the face of suffering that brings ultimate death.<br />Your images are so sharp. Bravo.<br /><br />Much❤loveGillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-62147285786853732162023-01-29T12:49:36.355-08:002023-01-29T12:49:36.355-08:00This is beautiful filled with real life and raw em...This is beautiful filled with real life and raw emotions. I believe he heard the music ushering him to the other side. <br /><br />These lines just pull at the heartstrings...<br /><br />"Yet, still I dance alone with a grace that loneliness carries"<br />"Now my heart is a nightbird; still and quiet in the daylight"<br /><br />TruedessaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-16436764051541398972023-01-29T06:12:45.544-08:002023-01-29T06:12:45.544-08:00This is a powerful combination of the unspoken and...This is a powerful combination of the unspoken and the visible; so much of this <br /> poem feels like hope, contradicting the assumption that what can't be said must be worse. A good poem to encounter on a rainy Sunday. C. Sandlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15616902831506982429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-90664828884260699562023-01-29T01:57:52.122-08:002023-01-29T01:57:52.122-08:00Carrie, to me this is a beautiful write of the goi...Carrie, to me this is a beautiful write of the goings on of when death time is near. I read it trying to feel how old you (or the writer) was. I've heard second hand Mrs. Jim's father from her and from my sister when my dad died. Mrs. Jim's father was young, angry she was seven. My dad was 97 and I was 1000 miles away, my sister lived close but not present for his last breath, Mrs. Jim was bedside with her mom. Neither has such a detailed account as yours. Thank you. <br />An aside, your use of the word "been" with the church burning exudes my thought of arson. Was it?<br />..Jimhttp://jimmiehov6.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-10514786036259986872023-01-28T16:33:09.076-08:002023-01-28T16:33:09.076-08:00Carrie, this is so damn beautiful, my friend! And...Carrie, this is so damn beautiful, my friend! And so exquisitely painful, and yet also carries a wry humour in some lines <3 I just love it! These lines in particular:<br /><br />"Yet, still I dance alone with a grace that loneliness carries."<br /><br />"I smoke them like a joint."<br /><br />"Now my heart is a nightbird; still and quiet in the daylight."<br /><br />"The regret of a thousand backward falls."Sunra Rainzhttps://sunrarainz.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-91733778310762800872023-01-28T15:59:50.596-08:002023-01-28T15:59:50.596-08:00Carrie, I feel every line of this, and so resonate...Carrie, I feel every line of this, and so resonate with the emotion. I also identify with your father hearing music as he was passing from this world to the next. My grandma told me about a friend of hers who, in a coma, found herself crossing a desert. She could hear, around a bend in a river, a boat coming towards her. The rowers were singing. Then she returned to this world. It wasnt her time yet. I have written of this a few times. That generation found it hard to speak the truth, I think. In the last year of my mother's life, she stopped drinking, which was amazing. But at her funeral, not one word was said about how big a thing that was. No one was allowed to even identify alcohol as a problem. Little did they know, they had a writer in the family, whose medium is words, and who writes about everything, because it is all part of life, the bad and the good, the living and the dying. This is a really beautiful piece. Your writing is going very deep this year, and I so resonate with your journey and your writing.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299990210253432808.post-8835239777817237492023-01-28T13:54:50.621-08:002023-01-28T13:54:50.621-08:00Then you must bend and foil the baddies. This is a...Then you must bend and foil the baddies. This is a poignant piece indeed, Carrie. Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com