tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post4593658047787891055..comments2024-03-29T01:13:33.074-04:00Comments on Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference: IncantationsTabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-47524826651395349612018-06-22T21:30:01.200-04:002018-06-22T21:30:01.200-04:00Oh, I think your interpretation is right on target...Oh, I think your interpretation is right on target, Tabatha. Accurately, sadly on target. <br /><br />Impressive and intense take on that challenge! <br />Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-56100360893876101992018-06-17T15:04:57.861-04:002018-06-17T15:04:57.861-04:00No real nourishment from that cake, is there? Lot...No real nourishment from that cake, is there? Lots to think about lately, and I'm afraid much of my thinking involves the total annihilation of one particular glutton. What have we become?Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-91214689786785665352018-06-17T06:18:14.581-04:002018-06-17T06:18:14.581-04:00Such strong word choices, Tabatha - both for the s...Such strong word choices, Tabatha - both for the sound and flow of words, and also for the images portrayed. A wonderful use of a poetry prompt! <br /><br />Also - now that I am finally home (because my PF post went up when I was almost-home - but not true-home...) I have finally seen, held and opened (but not fully read!) 'Imperfect'. Thank-you!! Looking forward to reading and sharing! :)Kathryn Apelhttp://katswhiskers.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-35484667917393215912018-06-16T12:31:09.850-04:002018-06-16T12:31:09.850-04:00I love that your poem has a couple of levels to it...I love that your poem has a couple of levels to it, but I especially enjoyed the preserves sticking to the spoon like they're holding onto the edge of a cliff...nice!Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-35575482282231742752018-06-16T08:27:28.039-04:002018-06-16T08:27:28.039-04:00I'll take your interpretation!I'll take your interpretation!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-56244677360703825912018-06-15T11:51:33.400-04:002018-06-15T11:51:33.400-04:00Wow -- your poem practically devoured me. I did se...Wow -- your poem practically devoured me. I did see a symbolic meaning to it, similar to what you mentioned. I guess I see most things through the lens of politics these days, even if I don't want to. jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-72647249484565596552018-06-15T10:19:56.759-04:002018-06-15T10:19:56.759-04:00I laughed at your last line! So clever. I love h...I laughed at your last line! So clever. I love how you take an every day activity of eating and make it so passionate. Wonderful imagery. Books4Learninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12704190934549872367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-43418258922057066492018-06-15T09:51:59.936-04:002018-06-15T09:51:59.936-04:00I love your vivid imagery. Your poem reminds me o...I love your vivid imagery. Your poem reminds me of when I was a child. We didn't have much food in our house, and luxuries like cake was rare so we would immediately gobble it up. : ) Great poem, Tabatha. Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-3412061506213527022018-06-15T09:24:21.133-04:002018-06-15T09:24:21.133-04:00Oh wow, vivid! Love how gobbling the language is, ...Oh wow, vivid! Love how gobbling the language is, Tab -- well done! And may we never know such hunger... and be compassionate to those who do. xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-68597532855660715862018-06-15T06:56:03.875-04:002018-06-15T06:56:03.875-04:00OK, I'm likely in the minority here, I read th...OK, I'm likely in the minority here, I read this poem as a parody. I was imagining a satire-like gorging. Perhaps I'm closer to your idea of a greedy political party. Sigh. I can't seem to get away from the grotesque-ness of greedy, sloppy, feeding all around us.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-5418122520458335512018-06-15T00:58:54.753-04:002018-06-15T00:58:54.753-04:00You paint a very vivid-visceral image Tabatha, Hun...You paint a very vivid-visceral image Tabatha, Hunger is just that, and truth is scary, thanks!Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-70143794357975498012018-06-14T23:55:46.947-04:002018-06-14T23:55:46.947-04:00Even 'within an inch of their lives' provo...Even 'within an inch of their lives' provokes thoughts of a strange spell, some horrific feeling that forces the hunger. Interesting to read Kay's comment, too. My first thought brought the memory of a nephew, adopted from Korea at age 5, who was fearful for a long time that the food would go away. Nicely done challenge, Tabatha.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-57766552141888520332018-06-14T21:33:01.233-04:002018-06-14T21:33:01.233-04:00As I read your Hunger Incantation, I had in the ba...As I read your Hunger Incantation, I had in the back of my mind an article on childhood hunger (especially school children who hunger through the summer because of the lack of school lunches and my own experience serving lunch to families in our community's summer lunch program. The contrast with the strong images in your poem packs a punch.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.com