tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post5707608927836619270..comments2024-03-08T09:52:59.827-05:00Comments on Middle Passages: What January BringsLizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170701034715108039noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-27029411684479145852021-01-14T13:53:40.042-05:002021-01-14T13:53:40.042-05:00I miss our old radiators from when I was a kid. I&...I miss our old radiators from when I was a kid. I'd sit on the one by the kitchen window and read until my bum got too hot :)mshatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06308916014310536449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-1022784949112024432021-01-11T14:57:49.850-05:002021-01-11T14:57:49.850-05:00I'm remembering those days of such quietness w...I'm remembering those days of such quietness when the only sounds were ones like you describe. Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem.Natalie Aguirrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03756087804171246660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-33532722769770164932021-01-11T12:35:32.340-05:002021-01-11T12:35:32.340-05:00Hi Liza - I certainly remember those days ... exce...Hi Liza - I certainly remember those days ... excellent poetic memories of days gone by. Gosh I'm glad I've got the centrally heated home right now! You've brought back freezing bones to life! Stay safe - HilaryHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-27864131891351767262021-01-11T09:25:40.107-05:002021-01-11T09:25:40.107-05:00You brought back memories of years gone by. I had...You brought back memories of years gone by. I had forgotten that morning sound. <br /><br />It has been a very hard year, and many of us no longer wake up with good expectations. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-65796266892821609672021-01-11T09:10:30.774-05:002021-01-11T09:10:30.774-05:00This poem is a lovely structure with which to hous...This poem is a lovely structure with which to house feelings of loneliness. Madeline Mora-Summontehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05529397293165046430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-91374241778416292532021-01-11T07:46:09.289-05:002021-01-11T07:46:09.289-05:00excellent poem and it reminds me of being at my fa...excellent poem and it reminds me of being at my father's house up in PA (where I grew up). The old furnace and vents would clack away. Indeed no steady rhythm. Almost like old ghosts wheezing. January - that perpetual chill to the bones. <br />Take care and stay warm, my friendJoannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11604494404874408870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907885067602758337.post-90261590045982570022021-01-11T06:24:59.262-05:002021-01-11T06:24:59.262-05:00A lonely, cold companion indeed.A lonely, cold companion indeed.Alex J. Cavanaughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702noreply@blogger.com