tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post4663469784590974143..comments2023-06-08T07:08:53.236-07:00Comments on Writing Beside Me: Farmer's marketMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404917167112072640noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-6486045636504781232022-05-09T22:37:48.952-07:002022-05-09T22:37:48.952-07:00Maureen,
I’m so late to comment on your beautiful...Maureen, <br />I’m so late to comment on your beautiful poem. I read it last Tuesday and searched for words. Nothing seems sufficient. That last line is a gut punch, an unexpected kindness after he experienced rejection. What you describe here is common: a desire to help intertwined w/ not wanting to be gullible. I’ve been trying to care less about playing the fool in these situations and to trust a desire to be kind. <br /><br />—Glenda Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-69293103751618958402022-05-03T16:02:10.271-07:002022-05-03T16:02:10.271-07:00I wanted to read this because I've been so in ...I wanted to read this because I've been so in the mood to go to the Farmers Market... and now having read it, I am startled by the raw truth in this. I too have decided NOT to give before, and it always haunts me. Thank you for sharing this. onathought.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17785387207484182433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-29681944547611496812022-05-03T08:18:18.335-07:002022-05-03T08:18:18.335-07:00Thank you for sharing your poetry today!Thank you for sharing your poetry today!Tbreithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14711402462483699430noreply@blogger.com