tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post5279056259647178176..comments2024-03-29T03:00:15.690-04:00Comments on Susan's Poetry: The Lilies of ChildhoodSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-29627234205777666082017-05-31T10:06:24.096-04:002017-05-31T10:06:24.096-04:00Delicate and beautiful poem just like the fragranc...Delicate and beautiful poem just like the fragrance of the flowers you describe, Susan...Intellibloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262938291462934103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-84016930675648454332017-05-27T07:12:51.493-04:002017-05-27T07:12:51.493-04:00after tasting a young
girl’s toes and tickling
he...after tasting a young<br />girl’s toes and tickling <br />her nose wherever she goes.<br /><br />How they loved to be caressed by the little toes of innocents and emit the expected fragrance! They were alive!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-79185640292824988012017-05-26T01:23:24.902-04:002017-05-26T01:23:24.902-04:00Oh, that's absolutely delightful! I love the i...Oh, that's absolutely delightful! I love the idea of them volunteering, so as to encourage a child they liked.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-3987495372869312142017-05-25T09:28:10.907-04:002017-05-25T09:28:10.907-04:00A nostalgic and soothing piece. I can almost smell...A nostalgic and soothing piece. I can almost smell the lovely scent! Khaya Ronkainenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286352495379234651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-20348005974512258272017-05-25T05:58:44.855-04:002017-05-25T05:58:44.855-04:00The magic of imagination shines here - i too remem...The magic of imagination shines here - i too remember crushing up petals and exploring the world..thankfully school was more light than dark thoughJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-41882042675003835442017-05-24T21:17:31.216-04:002017-05-24T21:17:31.216-04:00Your prompt has inspired a lot of poems about chil...Your prompt has inspired a lot of poems about childhood.Beautifully expressed tinged with a little sadness. rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-22929827402218338412017-05-24T21:12:36.739-04:002017-05-24T21:12:36.739-04:00The Lily of the valley reminds me of my grandmothe...The Lily of the valley reminds me of my grandmother's house and my childhood. Thank you for this today!Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-84017656700986224402017-05-24T21:12:05.694-04:002017-05-24T21:12:05.694-04:00There is something quite magical in the way you wr...There is something quite magical in the way you wrote this Susan, giving such mischievous personalities to flowers too.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-17049072404821771942017-05-24T17:51:21.368-04:002017-05-24T17:51:21.368-04:00I too, am a child of lillies of the valley memory....I too, am a child of lillies of the valley memory. This rang soft bells of recall and a smile to my day.<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-20456336269465220202017-05-24T17:32:37.086-04:002017-05-24T17:32:37.086-04:00Oh this is so incredibly poignant!❤️ Especially lo...Oh this is so incredibly poignant!❤️ Especially love; "I would pull single stems smoothly from protective cover and crush their tiny white flowers to line my pockets where their light could speed the dark school day."❤️Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-18596196481328743342017-05-24T15:58:51.415-04:002017-05-24T15:58:51.415-04:00Sweet, fragrant memories. I like this sharing of ...Sweet, fragrant memories. I like this sharing of the flowers which, like old souls, supported and guided you. Lovely thoughts. Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-74189612252327868632017-05-24T14:57:31.750-04:002017-05-24T14:57:31.750-04:00Those flowers that had the "ancient souls&quo...<br />Those flowers that had the "ancient souls" have been propagated and variegated until the seeds or bulbs today produce flowers that are never quite the same. Your poem soothed my soul!indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-9942222428190950482017-05-24T14:47:31.486-04:002017-05-24T14:47:31.486-04:00I adore it too! What gifts they are!I adore it too! What gifts they are!annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-71309993404269205532017-05-24T11:52:56.981-04:002017-05-24T11:52:56.981-04:00Luv your sharing of these memories
Happy Wednesda...Luv your sharing of these memories<br /><br />Happy Wednesday <br /><br />Much love... Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-74262377029921184462017-05-24T09:40:18.790-04:002017-05-24T09:40:18.790-04:00Better lilies of childhood than lies of childhood!...Better lilies of childhood than lies of childhood! Seriously, I love that fragrant little flower, although I haven't seen or smelled one in over 20 years. Thanks for taking me back closer to my own childhood! No lie!Magical Mystical Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853272111925075994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-63200477100200846292017-05-24T08:24:18.135-04:002017-05-24T08:24:18.135-04:00after tasting a young
girl’s toes and tickling her... after tasting a young<br />girl’s toes and tickling her nose wherever she goes.... there's a kind of resignation to the power of the lilies..and a longing...beautiful.Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-91323523707019976772017-05-23T22:18:41.826-04:002017-05-23T22:18:41.826-04:00Sweet, touching write. so glad to find thisSweet, touching write. so glad to find this Voo Shining Stonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17009578092255428506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-65468774797991134752017-05-23T21:11:03.218-04:002017-05-23T21:11:03.218-04:00This is so enchanting. I bet your memories are ric...This is so enchanting. I bet your memories are rich with flowers these.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456333369930820298.post-56108831586001189142017-05-23T12:13:04.427-04:002017-05-23T12:13:04.427-04:00Sigh. How I adore this poem: especially that those...Sigh. How I adore this poem: especially that those long-ago blooms were "ancient souls who grew to encourage me". Love the idea of secreting blooms in your pocket to get you through the school day. And LOVE your closing lines! Wow!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.com