tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post1977636880937357723..comments2024-03-28T23:57:21.542-07:00Comments on STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: The Child's Sorrow Sherry Blue Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-89221698816143569982018-08-11T08:58:18.553-07:002018-08-11T08:58:18.553-07:00Oh this is so sadly true for far too many children...Oh this is so sadly true for far too many children -- living in abusive homes whether from physical or emotional abuse, addiction, depression. Her dream is a lovely escape, so soft and nourishing on the wings of a beautiful steed. Would that all children could make their pain disappear in the day and well as night.lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-18479463195654387012018-08-11T00:13:12.683-07:002018-08-11T00:13:12.683-07:00How wonderfully you made this your own!How wonderfully you made this your own!Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-36533821474612526082018-08-10T13:07:02.534-07:002018-08-10T13:07:02.534-07:00What an amazing write Sherry!What an amazing write Sherry!Linda Lee Lyberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669367010600000396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-53067324661426760982018-08-10T12:18:59.852-07:002018-08-10T12:18:59.852-07:00Wolves howled in the forest
on that night,
as she...Wolves howled in the forest<br />on that night, <br />as she sailed her winged steed<br />out of the house of alcohol<br /><br />This is a brilliant example of how poems give rise to poetry and words to new uses of the same. Your piece is inspired, Sherry.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-21970193302552991452018-08-10T07:03:43.989-07:002018-08-10T07:03:43.989-07:00"They all pretended
there was no need
for tho..."They all pretended<br />there was no need<br />for those blazing <br />midnight rides. "<br />so evocative of the disturbance that alcohol abuse has on the family and the only way a child can flee, using only the imaginationLaura Bloomsburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00904500767566869311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-29145320222984669202018-08-10T03:13:18.305-07:002018-08-10T03:13:18.305-07:00I can imagine the scene as a child hears her paren...I can imagine the scene as a child hears her parents row and fight so buries her head in her pillow and imagines she can escape on a horse she's been reading about in a book, so that she doesn'y have to be part of the hurt. Beautifully written Sherry.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-88483528089637482712018-08-09T15:28:26.816-07:002018-08-09T15:28:26.816-07:00Oh, this is so saddening. To find some comfort gal...Oh, this is so saddening. To find some comfort galloping through the night is beautiful, but that is also a mark of a troubled psyche where reality has to be escaped because of its abject horrors. So many childhoods are lost this way. A thoughtful and thought-provoking write, Sherry. To take that line and draw such a sensitive verse from it is a job well done.<br />-HAAnmol (HA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02427056865589377093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-78145036757460291772018-08-09T14:44:14.847-07:002018-08-09T14:44:14.847-07:00Far too many, of which I was one.Far too many, of which I was one.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-69006830796453677722018-08-09T14:04:49.586-07:002018-08-09T14:04:49.586-07:00Ride, Sally, ride!Ride, Sally, ride!Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-40220584315597334302018-08-09T13:33:24.601-07:002018-08-09T13:33:24.601-07:00Heartbreaking. Especially the wolves and the sad c...Heartbreaking. Especially the wolves and the sad child and horse. You really made this line your own. I wonder how many children live through the violence of the night and give that face to the adults.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-18417219280020414312018-08-09T12:30:08.734-07:002018-08-09T12:30:08.734-07:00A beautiful story!!A beautiful story!!annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-84931443470489662832018-08-09T07:49:15.648-07:002018-08-09T07:49:15.648-07:00Wonderful story telling. Beautifully crafted Wonderful story telling. Beautifully crafted Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-37889039314276329632018-08-09T05:26:23.662-07:002018-08-09T05:26:23.662-07:00Poor baby. A really sad reminder for us, many don&...Poor baby. A really sad reminder for us, many don't have horses' help to ease their pain. Note, my lass also had a helping horse, no sad thoughts entered. <br />Thanks for the nice prompt idea, I like Piggyback Poem play. <br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-44751782537661816562018-08-08T23:44:59.621-07:002018-08-08T23:44:59.621-07:00I gravitated toward that line but chose another - ...I gravitated toward that line but chose another - you've made a beautifully sad poem - and the ending is quite amazing - For all those children that hopefully can hang on until help or time arrives when they can escape. Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-48709714224367927382018-08-08T23:34:11.406-07:002018-08-08T23:34:11.406-07:00I love the line you've chosen and was thinking...I love the line you've chosen and was thinking about it myself, but it's so wonderful I figured it would be a popular choice. 'deep purple midnight hours' is a phrase that leaped out at me, as well as the lines:<br />'galloping into oblivion,<br />a wild midnight ride'.<br />What an escape from the house of alcohol! What a dream!<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-13009584567579054722018-08-08T22:56:09.071-07:002018-08-08T22:56:09.071-07:00oh wow, you've taken that first line, as borro...oh wow, you've taken that first line, as borrowed by one poet, and who made it her own, and now, you've added another depth and layer to it, using it to further split the off-spring! (does that even make sense?)<br /><br />a double-piggyback! <br /><br />I think you've really run with the wild horses (the idea is so appealing isn't it) - and how you've carefully crafted words to convey the violence, its affects, the wishing upon stars and wizards and running free - and imagining it to be true ... <br /><br />You've really done an excellent job with this idea - and finely crafted a new poem of your own, that is equally powerful and beautiful in its own right. <br /><br />And I have to say, I really like the repetition in the ending ... it truly offers us the sense of need, deep-seated, to escape, and in some way, we hope it empowers the small one, and sets her free. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com