Comments on: Love and the Sparrow http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/love-and-the-sparrow/ wordspells and phantsmagorical forms by tom hirons Thu, 28 Jul 2011 16:19:10 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Coyopa http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/love-and-the-sparrow/comment-page-1/#comment-106 Coyopa Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:37:50 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=12#comment-106 If I remember right, this one was from a couple of years ago - I was in a stream with them and was reading them to you every day. Beautiful comment, Louisa - thank you! Let us all become Love's diligent students! If I remember right, this one was from a couple of years ago – I was in a stream with them and was reading them to you every day. Beautiful comment, Louisa – thank you! Let us all become Love’s diligent students!

]]> By: Louisa http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/love-and-the-sparrow/comment-page-1/#comment-104 Louisa Wed, 03 Mar 2010 17:06:59 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=12#comment-104 Phew, looks like my amnesia was pretty intense last year because I cannot believe I don't *at all* remember hearing this beautiful poem. The sparrow made her nest and used the dried out ligaments from the darkroom demon, who got incinerated in the love's purifying fire. We are all of us running around making sandcastles in the sandpit of LOVES nursery, while 'the teacher' cleans up the mess til we get tired of playing and become LOVES diligent students. Phew, looks like my amnesia was pretty intense last year because I cannot believe I don’t *at all* remember hearing this beautiful poem. The sparrow made her nest and used the dried out ligaments from the darkroom demon, who got incinerated in the love’s purifying fire. We are all of us running around making sandcastles in the sandpit of LOVES nursery, while ‘the teacher’ cleans up the mess til we get tired of playing and become LOVES diligent students.

]]> By: Griffin http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/love-and-the-sparrow/comment-page-1/#comment-7 Griffin Fri, 19 Sep 2008 10:31:25 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=12#comment-7 Interesting. For me, Love was a deceiver spilling hopeful words, selling me something I could not have and will never have. Now I have turned my back on him, sworn vengeance on him. Let him come and I will break his bow and feed him his arrows until he is starved of Love. Even these threats to him have not kept him from tempting me now and then. Even when I sealed off my heart and rebuilt it of steel-stone and words of isolation - telling myself stories in whispers unless he should hear me. You... oh you make Eagles, but you make magic also in every word. Long may your words live in you. Interesting. For me, Love was a deceiver spilling hopeful words, selling me something I could not have and will never have. Now I have turned my back on him, sworn vengeance on him. Let him come and I will break his bow and feed him his arrows until he is starved of Love. Even these threats to him have not kept him from tempting me now and then.

Even when I sealed off my heart and rebuilt it of steel-stone and words of isolation – telling myself stories in whispers unless he should hear me.

You… oh you make Eagles, but you make magic also in every word. Long may your words live in you.

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