tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post3953585678076039012..comments2022-03-20T01:08:42.673+00:00Comments on patience and the prodigal: The Shrew who knew.patience and the prodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969982236748973558noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-73368183154404038402013-05-11T21:59:40.893+01:002013-05-11T21:59:40.893+01:00Reminds me of a solitary stroll high over Cercedil...Reminds me of a solitary stroll high over Cercedilla where a gentle crew engaged as I passed by. But, disentangling, a world-weary asked why I passed the way and if there was none to join me. The answer was painfully obvious to me but maybe not to her. <br />I hear her speak through the rough and smooth of your finely chosen allegories.Séamus Mac Aogáinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18020090945229868754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-54427961113247572032013-03-08T07:10:02.263+00:002013-03-08T07:10:02.263+00:00Perfect. :)Perfect. :)Turquoisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15942569827592325990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-64284872854520233672013-03-08T00:00:53.275+00:002013-03-08T00:00:53.275+00:00Older ladies look similar to me but this one was w...Older ladies look similar to me but this one was wearing a ushanka and strumming a balalaika. Is that any indication?<br />Regards P+P.patience and the prodigalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08969982236748973558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-50497637090002199102013-03-07T23:34:54.461+00:002013-03-07T23:34:54.461+00:00Oh, she's real. That's funny!
Did she ha...Oh, she's real. That's funny!<br /><br />Did she happen to look Russian? (just kidding . . .) Turquoisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15942569827592325990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-42555571778596180632013-03-07T21:32:03.834+00:002013-03-07T21:32:03.834+00:00Turquoise, Patience and I really did go down to th...Turquoise, Patience and I really did go down to the forest this morning with a group of fifty schoolchildren on a guided tour with all the bits and pieces. While we were there we met a number of people walking, among them an old lady who was full of her own wisdom and had all the answers. Her general theme was that 'children nowadays know nothing'. When we came home Patience and I jotted down our reflections of that walk and meeting the old lady. This is how the poem came about. The verses were more reaction than reflection. Your comment has made us both extremely happy.<br />God bless and thank you. Prodigal.patience and the prodigalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08969982236748973558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361850726253682981.post-80271104704361898402013-03-07T19:15:36.846+00:002013-03-07T19:15:36.846+00:00The spirit of a Russian legend set to sound -- no ...The spirit of a Russian legend set to sound -- no instruments needed: the words, themselves, are the oboes, basses, flutes. Intriguing and incisive metaphors delivered with authority, juxtaposed at the end with the resumption of the ordinary ("must gather fresh herbs for my tea") . . . which somehow brings a smile. So beautifully written.Turquoisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15942569827592325990noreply@blogger.com