tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post6258905407825738304..comments2024-03-22T14:34:17.624+00:00Comments on My Poetic Parlance: RevisitEileen T O'Neill .....http://www.blogger.com/profile/03325632298717325699noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-60982149451167818222023-09-04T23:21:01.375+01:002023-09-04T23:21:01.375+01:00My comment seems to have disappeared. This poem re...My comment seems to have disappeared. This poem reminds me of every time my sister and I go back to Kelowna, where we grew up. We always drive around to all the places we lived, the ones that remain. The sleepy little orchard town we lived in then is now a bustling city, with condos stretching for miles where there once were apple orchards...........this poem resonates with me......things change - but in memory, that time remains forever golden.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-67751046085053900692023-09-04T18:48:29.383+01:002023-09-04T18:48:29.383+01:00I so resonate with this, Eileen. My sister and I a...I so resonate with this, Eileen. My sister and I always drive around to all the old houses we lived in as children. So much has changed, yet some of them survive, while the town around them grew into a bustling city. The apple orchards all are covered with condos now. Sigh. But the memories remain.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-52289054086870369582023-09-04T18:02:11.080+01:002023-09-04T18:02:11.080+01:00After my mother passed in 2007 I returned to the h...After my mother passed in 2007 I returned to the house my sisters and I were raised in ... what you have shared is what I experienced ... but could not have expressed as poignantly, beautifully. Thank you.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-9714959890439684342021-04-18T15:08:20.039+01:002021-04-18T15:08:20.039+01:00I am sure, the next phase will be even happier, Ei...I am sure, the next phase will be even happier, Eillen. Hood Luck. Panchalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-74635303974765424352021-04-17T22:44:15.766+01:002021-04-17T22:44:15.766+01:00Things certainly have changed my friend. Your bea...Things certainly have changed my friend. Your beautiful words have captured the feel of it very well. I miss you my poet friend!Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-89513326103408612982021-04-17T17:07:55.111+01:002021-04-17T17:07:55.111+01:00Wow, sometimes you really can't go back to whe...Wow, sometimes you really can't go back to where one had once 'lived.' If the 'familial welcome' is not there, it really is NOT the same. I know....and have not been back. It is no longer 'home.' Glad to see your poem, Eileen!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-66478333452295137122021-04-17T14:29:08.136+01:002021-04-17T14:29:08.136+01:00The scene is suspended in those memories. I felt i...The scene is suspended in those memories. I felt it.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915650773744892771.post-26485412249011625722021-04-16T18:51:47.865+01:002021-04-16T18:51:47.865+01:00Lovely to read you, Eileen. I feel the same way - ...Lovely to read you, Eileen. I feel the same way - after so many golden years where our community was thriving, online feels very different now. However, the words still come, thank heaven, and the friendships and connections are still there. What a gift those years were for me, and for so many of us. My poetry thrived and re-energized because of them. The pace is slower now, but nothing will dim those golden years when we were all at the top of our game. Stay safe!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.com