tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post3150616501365347448..comments2024-01-17T02:44:32.110-08:00Comments on Invalid's Workshop: Romance Of Modern HorologyGeo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-17374689214102266462015-03-04T06:07:31.699-08:002015-03-04T06:07:31.699-08:00It's not "having" the senses...it...It's not "having" the senses...it's the way you use them: beautifully, expressively, fully.Cherdohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00264612202714933480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-69368523144700061222015-03-02T23:33:31.545-08:002015-03-02T23:33:31.545-08:00Magical poem, Geo. "Eons by season" has ...Magical poem, Geo. "Eons by season" has such a great, evocative sound.Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-85092589961139611292015-03-02T20:16:34.476-08:002015-03-02T20:16:34.476-08:00Your work is remarkable Geo.
Your work is remarkable Geo.<br /><br /><br />Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-14966289969464952552015-03-01T06:29:10.641-08:002015-03-01T06:29:10.641-08:00May that light never stop illuminating our senses ...May that light never stop illuminating our senses and inspiring us to reach for our dreams...<br />A truly beautiful and inspiring poem, Geo!<br />Thank you so much.:)Ygrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00300519608303898969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-28607152688022679162015-02-28T16:18:18.488-08:002015-02-28T16:18:18.488-08:00Such a beautiful sky with bright beams of Sunlight...Such a beautiful sky with bright beams of Sunlight and a poem of delicate verses to compliment them. Perfect theme for a reasoning mind to start believing in romance.MunirGhiasuddinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232362559666320301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-42835481366447257872015-02-28T11:57:50.537-08:002015-02-28T11:57:50.537-08:00As we are used to our senses we tend to take them ...As we are used to our senses we tend to take them for granted. The occasional flare of light forces us to remember that the senses exist and need to be exercised.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-22054157753113593982015-02-28T08:56:07.334-08:002015-02-28T08:56:07.334-08:00"... while light pours into reason," wha..."... while light pours into reason," what a beautiful way to describe this place in which we, hopefully, find ourselves. My inclination has always been to see it as enlightenment, when really it's simple maturation. Perhaps they are the same. Either way, a certain peace is found, and that is what it should be all about, imo. Lovely poem.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.com