tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post8581003996914510255..comments2023-11-03T05:59:46.763-04:00Comments on Keeping Secrets: False FacesKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-28588961587212606682011-10-26T19:18:54.810-04:002011-10-26T19:18:54.810-04:00Those last two stanzas drive the point home; they ...Those last two stanzas drive the point home; they take the narrative and blow it out into a whole new set of thoughts. Which is pretty awesome.<br /><br />(And very true, too. Stories I am dead certain of from my childhood, my parents have told very differently.)Joseph Harkerhttp://namingconstellations.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-39580256522526057632011-10-26T14:49:22.999-04:002011-10-26T14:49:22.999-04:00Yes, this resonates in its odd piggy way. Did I ch...Yes, this resonates in its odd piggy way. Did I choose those events or were they forced on me? The false faces of memory is one true thing that makes me question, as I should question, the remembered perceptions of childhood. It's so easy to look back with blame, and I believe I must get past that, offering grace to what seems like shortcomings, offering forgiveness to the shades of the past held fast by the child in me. A very thoughtful poem, Karen, around a metaphor with depth. <br /><br />And also, your comment about feeling jealous of my poem "Ghost Town, Mojave Desert" was a kind one, making my heart bloom a little even as I thought, But Karen, your poetry is gorgeous...Enchanted Oakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815997287116818456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-27713544912350411842011-10-25T19:40:21.437-04:002011-10-25T19:40:21.437-04:00Love this! We called them false faces when I was ...Love this! We called them false faces when I was a girl too .......Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.com