tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post9169570793159110972..comments2024-01-17T02:55:41.556-08:00Comments on Gardening With Geo.: What Doors Are ForGeo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-14587999038743873142013-07-12T15:51:23.479-07:002013-07-12T15:51:23.479-07:00'Bleats of instruments, being slaughtered, fro...'Bleats of instruments, being slaughtered, from which will come music someday'<br /><br />This took me back to the kids as tots and reaching their achievements nowadays. In whole, it's a beautiful piece of poetry. Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13447013188405986054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-61330215309038559462013-06-29T14:46:20.158-07:002013-06-29T14:46:20.158-07:00Britta-- Yes!Britta-- Yes!Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-28848755486024171282013-06-29T12:22:20.521-07:002013-06-29T12:22:20.521-07:00Those who are bound in domesticy are viewing only ...Those who are bound in domesticy are viewing only part of the whole from their sheltered home; when they dare they get a step further outside but still want proof, meaning another kind of security. If I understand the language right, `doors to walk past' means leaving security behind you - which will bring pain and blunders as to those who have to try many times to learn to play an instrument, and not only that: play in harmony with others - but some day it happens and then there is something new instead of the old, imprisonning surroundings that were left behind - openenness and wide landscapes and nature: a new world, in which one can breathe. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-59333822893949931992013-06-28T09:01:30.687-07:002013-06-28T09:01:30.687-07:00Thanks Michelle, most kind.Thanks Michelle, most kind.Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-56942086755762141912013-06-28T08:25:39.894-07:002013-06-28T08:25:39.894-07:00I love your poetry. I read it over and over and f...I love your poetry. I read it over and over and find different meanings; and not just one but all the lines are exceptional and must be given a great deal of thought. I don't know how you do it...you have a real gift.Remembering Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14760441035721518260noreply@blogger.com