Monday, January 20, 2003

Crossroads Comments

Rating: 2.8

The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
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Joyce Sutphen
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Nancy R 06 July 2018

As an older women, this poem resonates so with me. The hearts passion in this poem is so beautifully expressed with lovely imagery. I can nearly see the landscape of this changing life through the words describing it. I keep this poem in my wallet and use it as inspiration to live my life fully.

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Alisha Castle 10 February 2016

deeply thoughtful poetry....................

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 13 January 2015

Great joy it gives in the poem and good imaginations.

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Peggy Hapke Lewis 03 March 2005

Joyce, I truly enjoyed your poem. Great philosophy, and one I share. I especially love the images in the last verse paragraph. The new freedom of ice breaking up on a river, the deep comfort and plenty, of soaking rain, the friendship and camaraderie of the hand reaching out, the warmth of a fire, and always the smoke rising to where we are all going.... Lovely.

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