tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post5024773290762030724..comments2023-08-25T10:00:43.026-05:00Comments on Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk: Dry, but...Nevine Sultanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-48821673383290223542010-09-16T16:21:03.233-05:002010-09-16T16:21:03.233-05:00Merci, COL. Comme toujours, t'es gentil! :-)Merci, COL. Comme toujours, t'es gentil! :-)Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-87689492078075574022010-09-15T03:02:34.374-05:002010-09-15T03:02:34.374-05:00In these flowers petals so many secret meomries, s...In these flowers petals so many secret meomries, so many sweet sighs are stored....You show it all so beautifully Nevine!Craftsman of lighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747434398075620991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-11568730966693660472010-09-08T16:10:54.355-05:002010-09-08T16:10:54.355-05:00You are so right about people. The places serve as...You are so right about people. The places serve as a padding of sorts, while it's the people who make the event what it is, and make of it the cherished memories for years to come. Thank you so much for your kind words, Steppenwolf.Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-50332626375539455322010-09-08T11:12:06.649-05:002010-09-08T11:12:06.649-05:00Beautiful poetry, so intimate and evocative. Some ...Beautiful poetry, so intimate and evocative. Some memories will last a lifetime. In the end it is people that we'll remember. Our lovers most of all.Manichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16116433823075858820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-51775503471385022392010-09-07T16:01:52.942-05:002010-09-07T16:01:52.942-05:00Pat - Thank you for sharing your favorite line. I ...Pat - Thank you for sharing your favorite line. I really appreciate that.Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-7597112824733051172010-09-06T11:45:46.694-05:002010-09-06T11:45:46.694-05:00A beautiful poem Nevine, I could say a lot but one...A beautiful poem Nevine, I could say a lot but one particular line is gonna stick with me for a while.<br />"...leaving the eyes of others<br />rimmed by the redness of our absences."Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-40089347325081288912010-09-05T08:35:15.749-05:002010-09-05T08:35:15.749-05:00Jen - Most of what I write is fiction, but I'm...Jen - Most of what I write is fiction, but I'm imagining that it was beautiful, yes. Thank you for stopping in.<br /><br />Mme. DeFarge - I agree about the fine line. Memories are so often tinged with bitterness, but I think that, with time, the bitterness fades away and we are just left with the sweetness.Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-43010140418930276612010-09-05T06:55:24.581-05:002010-09-05T06:55:24.581-05:00It's just so bittersweet and wistful. I enjoye...It's just so bittersweet and wistful. I enjoyed this one tremendously, but it's the fine line between bitterness and sweetness that makes the difference to our memories. Mine teeter into bitterness too often. I wish I had your perspective.Madame DeFargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08172239340844485940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-43780891248851327562010-09-04T12:10:39.342-05:002010-09-04T12:10:39.342-05:00Sounds like it was beautiful while it lasted.Sounds like it was beautiful while it lasted.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573262524755768643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-34282531654789869952010-09-04T08:57:28.292-05:002010-09-04T08:57:28.292-05:00Cuban - Thank you for stopping in while on your ho...Cuban - Thank you for stopping in while on your holidays. I feel very privileged, indeed. And so glad you'll be back back soon, Cuban. Yes, those roses just appear quite without an invitation, sometimes. But they're always so very welcome! :-)<br /><br />Nancy - You are absolutely right that we must make the best of memories. Sometimes memories can be painful, but I think that, given timeNevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-80634661562533792742010-09-02T21:34:26.118-05:002010-09-02T21:34:26.118-05:00Nev,
I love your language.
and of course it matter...Nev,<br />I love your language.<br />and of course it matters, knew it right away.<br />~rickRickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-7139824485935235172010-09-02T12:04:18.873-05:002010-09-02T12:04:18.873-05:00If I had to answer this question,
yes It does mat...If I had to answer this question, <br />yes It does matter, and had it been my story, I would have said, it matters much more.Blasphemous Aesthetehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16417596461540852006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-51891865204338287502010-09-01T11:35:51.572-05:002010-09-01T11:35:51.572-05:00You must have a heart inside your head along with ...You must have a heart inside your head along with your creative mind because honestly Nevine, this was an emotional and cerebral read at the same time. The nostalgia was there, but there was also the realistic view. Sometimes things are as they are and we have to make the best of memories. This was an awesome poem, and I could hear your voice.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12947124526608761136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-8522974535047553492010-09-01T10:28:58.246-05:002010-09-01T10:28:58.246-05:00This one pierced me right down the middle. Or mayb...This one pierced me right down the middle. Or maybe up on my chest, centre to left. I can almost hear the voice of the protagonist talking to herself as she finds the rose in a book whilst tidying up. Maybe the flower fell out whilst she was dusting the cover up. I'm speechless. Many thanks.<br /><br />I'm almost back, but not back yet. :-) However, I always try to make time to visit my A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-81878106073777715082010-08-31T15:37:51.526-05:002010-08-31T15:37:51.526-05:00Judy – I can bet that he thinks of you. Just like ...Judy – I can bet that he thinks of you. Just like you hadn’t thought of him for a long time, until reading something triggered your memory, his memory gets jogged, too. Sometimes, we think of men as having an indifferent emotional recall, but I’ve been stumped by another reality so many times. Men do remember… I’m thrilled to have brought back memories of things left dormant for years, Judy, and Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-89575616789465101272010-08-31T15:37:39.983-05:002010-08-31T15:37:39.983-05:00Cremilde – And thank you for taking the ride down ...Cremilde – And thank you for taking the ride down memory lane with me, and enjoying it. Merci pour le bouquet. J’en ai besoin après une semaine de travail bien exigeante. Merci, ma belle! ;-)<br /><br />Adriana – Of course we can bend it… or at least we can try. Sometimes, when we try to bend something it breaks… but sometimes, it cooperates. Oh, to have what we want! And oh, to be able to deny Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-57088550508697711162010-08-31T15:37:24.805-05:002010-08-31T15:37:24.805-05:00Steveroni – Of course I allow you… because it does...Steveroni – Of course I allow you… because it does matter. And your memory is priceless… and I can’t help but feel so very special that you shared it. You are the master of kindness, Steveroni. So, thank you for always being generous with your kindness… and with your wisdom. And again, I agree that it matters. I still have my rose, remember? And although it’s dry, it’s still beautiful in my eyes.Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-18899884611273925172010-08-31T15:36:57.390-05:002010-08-31T15:36:57.390-05:00Owen – Yes, we do know the answer. If you remember...Owen – Yes, we do know the answer. If you remember those trips, Owen… well, then… I suppose it can’t but matter. Everything matters, at the end of the day, right? Even if it happened when we were young… It seems those are some of the most unforgettable memories.<br /><br />Wild Rose – What lovely words you always have for me, dripping with their own honeyed poetry. And I’m so happy to have left Nevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-3801568951285599462010-08-31T09:45:34.460-05:002010-08-31T09:45:34.460-05:00Vina...oh such deep longings expressed here. The ...Vina...oh such deep longings expressed here. The longings of the perfect ideal of love, the longing you know you always want but know can never have. Oh how I've missed your words, and you!Catherine Viberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354073276671196477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-72253550307619137442010-08-30T16:49:55.980-05:002010-08-30T16:49:55.980-05:00Wow. You carried me as if on one held breath from ...Wow. You carried me as if on one held breath from beginning to end. Then when I let the breath go I sat back and said, Wow. I can't begin to recount just how many similar experiences in my life you captured here. One in particular that I had not thought of for years. Nor had I thought of him. I wonder now if he ever thinks of me. <br />But this is what you do so well, Nevine. You spin Judith Mercadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13739476600999112092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-67154068740706426402010-08-30T16:45:53.255-05:002010-08-30T16:45:53.255-05:00i love the repeating "but does it matter?&quo...i love the repeating "but does it matter?" -<br /><br />because it doesn't. but, of course it does.<br /><br />like how "the sea licked our footprints from the sand" - here and gone but for those who lived it. stunning.joaquin carvelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03193680725157157864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-70512689690775891712010-08-30T12:05:02.444-05:002010-08-30T12:05:02.444-05:00Dear Nevine,
We would have wanted what we could no...Dear Nevine,<br />We would have wanted what we could not have<br />and had what we did not want.<br /><br />And can we bend it the other way around?<br />Should we?<br />Love to you, Greatest!adrianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15110184469728085360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-38516768168995794822010-08-30T04:55:14.104-05:002010-08-30T04:55:14.104-05:00Ma belle! "You graced my life for one year
bu...Ma belle! "You graced my life for one year<br />but dazzled my imagination for Ever"<br /><br />Thank you for the marvellous trip;o)<br /><br /><br />***<br />Un beau bouquet de bisous et une belle semaine bien étoilée*******Cildemerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00493593893716571818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-32608153874747650292010-08-30T03:35:18.192-05:002010-08-30T03:35:18.192-05:00Definitely one of your very best Nevine, brought b...Definitely one of your very best Nevine, brought back many memories..Sahildeki Evhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01260671662786562610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397758960634925062.post-57529681999417893122010-08-29T22:10:25.461-05:002010-08-29T22:10:25.461-05:00As always, Nevine, I am in awe of your craftsmansh...As always, Nevine, I am in awe of your craftsmanship. <br /><br />Sometimes I forget my memories (when you get to my age, that is possible) then I read something like this and discover they are all still there, waiting for someone like you to unlock them. Thank you!Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15276284964859313257noreply@blogger.com