tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post574882256892900179..comments2024-01-11T10:08:36.567-05:00Comments on Of Verse, Poesy & Odes : Thou Shall NotMargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-12342420263068795682018-10-08T19:59:46.049-04:002018-10-08T19:59:46.049-04:00Love this, Margaret! I haven't thought about ...Love this, Margaret! I haven't thought about school lockers in years.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-81387154530063273582018-10-08T14:33:13.815-04:002018-10-08T14:33:13.815-04:00This is wonderful! It really brought back the mem...This is wonderful! It really brought back the memories of middle school trying to get from class to class, and one slight slip on that padlock would make you late! I think I could even still remember the combination now.<br /><br />Teresa from RazzamadazzleMilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17006587172860502932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-86609486388524494112018-10-07T22:58:39.243-04:002018-10-07T22:58:39.243-04:00We were out of town this weekend to. Mostly I use...We were out of town this weekend to. Mostly I used my smart phone except the laptop to put the picture on. Mrs. Jim's family reunion in Hineston, La.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-46756856359634823892018-10-07T22:55:32.518-04:002018-10-07T22:55:32.518-04:00Nice poem, Margaret. Guess I was a nerd in high s...Nice poem, Margaret. Guess I was a nerd in high school. That or I missed the hints. There were a few girls waiting for me at the bottom of the hill. We were on horseback. One girl rode her bike. No other boys, just me and the girls. No lockers either but we did have a barn for our horses. <br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-50057950724857585622018-10-07T07:48:20.432-04:002018-10-07T07:48:20.432-04:00Oh this is wonderfully evocative. Reminds me of my...Oh this is wonderfully evocative. Reminds me of my high school days.. could never remember the combination 😅💜Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-32413949392980302582018-10-07T04:54:50.876-04:002018-10-07T04:54:50.876-04:00Ah, the passion and desire being restricted becaus...Ah, the passion and desire being restricted because of the outdated morality always makes me feel the anguish. Having grown up in a small city with an orthodox society, I could relate with everything being hidden and chastened in case it comes to foray.<br />I love the voice you undertake and how you visit the scenario through the innocence of the time.<br />-HAAnmol (HA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02427056865589377093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-29889778219684235412018-10-07T04:00:29.272-04:002018-10-07T04:00:29.272-04:00We didn't have lockers in the schools I went o...We didn't have lockers in the schools I went o but they had them in the schools where I taught, where I learned about their significance. I love the way you've conveyed this through retrospective teenage eyes, Margaret: the fact that you remember the combo; the feel of the 'back and forth swivel / to align the arrow'; the 'wobbly knees (a real thing)...'; and the wonderful lines:<br />'imagine number six<br />a neon blinking chastisement'.Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-12991868976582064612018-10-06T20:58:44.172-04:002018-10-06T20:58:44.172-04:00I remember those breathless moments at the lockers...I remember those breathless moments at the lockers, a thousand years ago!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-82149925396744621902018-10-06T19:03:32.986-04:002018-10-06T19:03:32.986-04:00Not back yet. Just checking in on my phone now an...Not back yet. Just checking in on my phone now and again. Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-39530029413770418012018-10-06T17:09:05.851-04:002018-10-06T17:09:05.851-04:00Good to see you are back from your journeying. Th...Good to see you are back from your journeying. This reminds me of junior high school and my undying passion for a certain band membertonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-76741436917108241032018-10-06T16:51:50.106-04:002018-10-06T16:51:50.106-04:00I can just imagine how that hormonal passion felt ...I can just imagine how that hormonal passion felt in a religious school... it was bad enough for me with the ten commandment to worry about.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-59314258910310108812018-10-06T14:39:44.626-04:002018-10-06T14:39:44.626-04:00Great poem, and it reminds me of junior high (in ...Great poem, and it reminds me of junior high (in a good way). Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09054732378669659210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-69850777198168593792018-10-06T14:05:34.687-04:002018-10-06T14:05:34.687-04:00And so is teenage passion continually curbed by &#...And so is teenage passion continually curbed by 'Thou shalt not...'Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com