tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post2083126842196205090..comments2024-03-29T00:19:16.911-04:00Comments on Beyond LiteracyLink: Mesmerized by the Road_SOLSC 2Carol Varsalonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-64315083839115699542020-03-03T14:02:28.616-05:002020-03-03T14:02:28.616-05:00Your creativity shows up in unexpected places. Onl...Your creativity shows up in unexpected places. Only a poet could find a haiku in a slow traffic where most people complain. :) Terje https://www.blogger.com/profile/13569210226711674834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-36372307302705866572020-03-03T10:33:32.520-05:002020-03-03T10:33:32.520-05:00YES and on Long Island that is not good. Yesterday...YES and on Long Island that is not good. Yesterday afternoon, I saw the aftermath of a horrible accident in broad daylight.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-20546636447786347382020-03-03T09:25:59.821-05:002020-03-03T09:25:59.821-05:00Sun glare is horrible. At times when we are drivi...Sun glare is horrible. At times when we are driving home the sun is just at that angle where the visor doesn't block it. It really makes driving a challenge.arjehahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17793113101077660894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-72546974402521076082020-03-03T07:45:21.853-05:002020-03-03T07:45:21.853-05:00Kevin, it is amazing to me how many poems have fle...Kevin, it is amazing to me how many poems have fleeted away during the course of a day.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-50721331723470430302020-03-03T07:44:39.441-05:002020-03-03T07:44:39.441-05:00Janet, I am heading into Syracuse weather tomorrow...Janet, I am heading into Syracuse weather tomorrow for a state conference at OCM BOCES-trying to surmise what the weather will be. It will most certainly be a change from Long Island. Perhaps, a poem will arise during my time there.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-85148499402938756222020-03-03T07:10:03.592-05:002020-03-03T07:10:03.592-05:00Oh Carol, I could so picture this. Sun glare slow ...Oh Carol, I could so picture this. Sun glare slow down. That's kind of a new idea to me. With the grey days here, I'd find the LI brightness a challenge for sure. We generally head west and if heading home are on the road at 5. Trying to beat the traffic........mostly no longer possible!!!I think your Haiku's spot on especially the flurry of hurry. I don't join in Slicing, but I love the concept and reading about others' lives. Janet F.skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-60860054488466471482020-03-03T07:01:31.244-05:002020-03-03T07:01:31.244-05:00I was not sure if I would make the 11:59 PM time b...I was not sure if I would make the 11:59 PM time but I did it. Thanks for stopping by with your thoughts. Happy Slicing!<br />Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-19070231157582020562020-03-03T07:00:15.937-05:002020-03-03T07:00:15.937-05:00You brought up a good point. Daylight savings time...You brought up a good point. Daylight savings time offers us positives on one end but a loss of one hour of sleep on the other. Happy Slicing!<br />Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-45883258343173956492020-03-03T05:52:21.554-05:002020-03-03T05:52:21.554-05:00This ->
"Would I remember the poem that wa...This -><br />"Would I remember the poem that was brewing?"<br />is me, most days, driving when suddenly, the fragments of a poem begin to emerge ...<br />"Would I remember the poem that was brewing?"<br />Sometimes. Sometimes, not.<br />:)<br />Kevin<br />Dogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-67819346148835266682020-03-03T01:54:25.216-05:002020-03-03T01:54:25.216-05:00I love this! It has a warmth of conversation that...I love this! It has a warmth of conversation that feels like a window into secret thoughts. It is reflective. It is rosy. It is reminiscent. It is real. I love the accompanying illustrations and enjoyed its narrative nuances. Glad you met your goal! Very nicely done ☺️Carla Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01485795859077459517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4587706174618725555.post-78828317811843085862020-03-03T00:04:11.049-05:002020-03-03T00:04:11.049-05:00I get that sun glare on my way to work also. I'...I get that sun glare on my way to work also. I'm trying to appreciate it this week since next week our time will change and it will be dark when I drive to work. I'm not sure which is worse. I enjoyed your conversation with yourself. ssurridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05060787686310398918noreply@blogger.com