The last entry read, which brings answers to the questions I had after reading the previous ones.
Very short, but amazingly tugs at the heart of the reader.
From my personal experience, it seems that family members always find something to blame themselves about a loved one's death. In this poem, you think your letter to your mother may have been the catalyst to her suicide.
Now I would like to know the contents of that letter.
I learn more and more about this collection, finding a lot of my questions answered as I open each entry.
What I like about your poems is their flow, honesty and unpretentious language. They're not as cryptic as most poems I read.
Only the following confused me a bit, but I've concluded that it's not directed to your dad but your mom. It was your real mom who sent you out on a "vacation" (to your dad and his other woman). You thought your mom had disowned you and you tried to do the same.
This was not the vacation you had told us about
before we left and got on an airplane where
I pushed the blue button with the white girl figure
so nice ladies would bring us can after
can of Gingerale. Instead, I had to fight
to disown you; I thought you had done
the same with me. You could no longer be
my mom. She was. I chose it.
Now your mom is gone, and you find a letter you'd written to her -- something else that would bring this to a conclusion?
Following up from your "52 Candles," I find this to be soulful.
It seems that you were once close to your mom as you did things together like painting.
Somewhere along the way you and your mom strayed.
You are now remembering and analyzing what went wrong.
Good job. I don't have any suggestions for improvement.
Write on.
This is sad. I felt the emotion you imparted herein.
Losing a loved one from death is hard enough, and when that person died because "she didn't know how to forgive herself" and takes her own life, is most grievous.
It sounds like you and your mom did not have a very close relationship. You didn't know her well, and now you cling to the past in hopes to be closer to her and understand her.
I look forward to reading more to undertand as well.
Everything about this story is fantastic., I was enthralled from the first paragraph and all the way through.
I applaud your imaginations. This is one of the most unique stories I've ever read.
I've always loved stories that breathe life into inanimate objects, and Rocabee is one of the best.
Your characters are "ALIVE"; it's hard enough to make real people characters appear 3-dimensional on paper, and you successfully accomplished that in stone characters that act like humans.
The only thing that I think can make this even better (not that it needs it), is to have a mysterious sound emanating from the field of rocks that can be heard by people passing by.
The place where your mother used to live is not far, but nobody ever goes there anymore. The trailer is abandoned and only stray animals live there now. The place has a foul smell you can't stand but you stay and rummage through your mom's stuff. You're looking for something -- a letter -- I guess it has something to do with the death of your mother. Is there a sequel to this story? I'd like to read it because this one does not end to my satisfaction.
Obama nominiert Hillary Clinton als US-Außenministerin!
How magnanimous of him, yeah?
I finally got to read the first two chapters of this awesome novel. It definitely is a page turner. My favorite is all the action in chapter 2 when William and Mary relive Mt. Pinatubo's eruptions. Very vivid images.
I will read more and give you my detailed comments at the next group meeting.
Danke schon.
Albert
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