tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post4488150112202809629..comments2024-03-28T02:58:45.347-07:00Comments on STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: Death's Feathery WingSherry Blue Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-47674454777225089632015-04-17T15:26:27.908-07:002015-04-17T15:26:27.908-07:00it is so like bending branches... lovely imagery it is so like bending branches... lovely imagery Wolfsrosebudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17295258422523621134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-33806105175955532172015-04-17T08:03:52.058-07:002015-04-17T08:03:52.058-07:00This is magnificent Sherry. I felt like you wrote...This is magnificent Sherry. I felt like you wrote it to me personally. Lately grief has engulfed me. I cry at the slightest things. I have several very sick relatives and well you must know those moods, because is written with pure compassion and understanding. One of your best. Thank you.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-44562825025304476172015-04-17T04:34:07.817-07:002015-04-17T04:34:07.817-07:00I find the image of all the loved ones already pas...I find the image of all the loved ones already passed gathering to welcome one to the other side. Did someone's passing recently inspire this, Sherry? If so, my condolences to you. xxOther Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-47270588978045133712015-04-16T21:55:23.535-07:002015-04-16T21:55:23.535-07:00ah...so soothing...thank you dear friend....ah...so soothing...thank you dear friend....Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-4529880986165934442015-04-16T20:26:09.948-07:002015-04-16T20:26:09.948-07:00This is beautiful and so eloquent- It is my new fa...This is beautiful and so eloquent- It is my new favorite! This provides so much comfort-a true gem! Wondrous, SherryEllahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-77856986980400437732015-04-16T20:12:29.509-07:002015-04-16T20:12:29.509-07:00Indeed. When death touches near home... we can'...Indeed. When death touches near home... we can't forget that we are still alive. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-69462596272053941302015-04-16T19:32:14.416-07:002015-04-16T19:32:14.416-07:00The roots of our sorrow may be deep down in darkne...The roots of our sorrow may be deep down in darkness, but our soul will still reach for the sunlight. Wonderfully put together, my friend,<br /><br />Elizabeth<br />http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-63419332709681705322015-04-16T17:25:57.424-07:002015-04-16T17:25:57.424-07:00Such wisdom specially with these lines:
let the t...Such wisdom specially with these lines:<br /><br />let the tree of your being<br />sink its roots deeply into the earth,<br />the better to keep your balance<br />as the winds of grief move <br />through your soul.<br /><br />Beautiful words tonight Sherry ~<br /><br />GraceScarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-22796287798240584912015-04-16T15:24:30.297-07:002015-04-16T15:24:30.297-07:00A wonderful view of death..I needed this.A wonderful view of death..I needed this.Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-36327464492803587832015-04-16T14:04:44.858-07:002015-04-16T14:04:44.858-07:00Sorry for the typos? I am at the doctor's offi...Sorry for the typos? I am at the doctor's office waiting room with my iPad and I couldn't position everything in 'Preview' so that I could see it. I fixed some. <br />Mom was eighty-eight when she died. <br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-52686952810410426182015-04-16T13:57:30.111-07:002015-04-16T13:57:30.111-07:00So very nice, beautiful thoughts, and such a nice ...So very nice, beautiful thoughts, and such a nice poem, Sherry. What you have coming I"ll tell a bit. <br />When Mom died it hit me hard even though we had been separated by the miles for forty-nine years. She died at age and I saw nothing wrong with that. The hard thing was that I NO LONGER HAD A MOM. She had always been there. That I won't get over. <br />Sam mechanics with Dad and same thoughts but it didn't bother me. Mom passing still does. <br />The roles and feelings may reverse, I don't and won't know.<br />When Adi died, you've read of her, my beagle dog of sixteen years, her dying hit me harder than either parent. <br />Worst of all was our divorce, my first marriage. I'm over it entirely, mentally, but physically I often have a stifled sob when I sigh.<br />I think death of a spouse would be similar to the split. <br />Your poem, I believe, would bring comfort after the death but not for the divorce. <br />Didn't mean to dump on you but I just wanted to relate the degrees and types of grief I've seen.<br />One other, I had nine cousins on my dad's side. One died a couple of years ago, absent of any grief by me. We were all close but I felt that all of our turns are coming, any one of us could be next. I am ready for them or for me. <br />,,Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-25046200702553005232015-04-16T13:37:12.698-07:002015-04-16T13:37:12.698-07:00Your piece brought tears to my eyes....it seems fu...Your piece brought tears to my eyes....it seems funny, the emphasis changes...as time goes on...at first how can you go on....how to bear what you think you cannot bear...how to live until you are alive again...now I am trying to learn the lesson....giving love generously....love this piece! The Wings of Death.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-58473073861035384072015-04-16T12:53:41.713-07:002015-04-16T12:53:41.713-07:00This is a beautiful way of thinking of death. I c...This is a beautiful way of thinking of death. I can visualize each bit of it.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com