tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post7603443999803414966..comments2023-03-27T22:18:11.336+08:00Comments on Life's Little Pieces: CrushedKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281697428095440820noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-86249744916148295772011-07-31T21:40:31.617+08:002011-07-31T21:40:31.617+08:00@Diamond R: I know, right? Thanks for dropping by ...@Diamond R: I know, right? Thanks for dropping by :)Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281697428095440820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-43386960131876256062011-07-31T19:48:21.180+08:002011-07-31T19:48:21.180+08:00Ouch!Ouch!Diamond Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06478431041715179449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-60228184264158625752011-07-28T21:56:40.976+08:002011-07-28T21:56:40.976+08:00@Jingle: Yes, it's sad. I was sad when I wrote...@Jingle: Yes, it's sad. I was sad when I wrote it, too. But, like one of the bloggers here who posted additional stanzas, we can turn things around and find reasons to smile. :) Thank you for your comment. <br /><br />@bendedspoon: I agree. For every stumble and fall, there's always a reason to stand up. Thank you for your comment. :)Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281697428095440820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-81817447234326610012011-07-27T21:55:28.855+08:002011-07-27T21:55:28.855+08:00Totally love this. The life of a can -- crushing s...Totally love this. The life of a can -- crushing seems to be inevitable and sometimes it's needed to be reborn :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-34017096913989188142011-07-26T01:25:30.223+08:002011-07-26T01:25:30.223+08:00great one,
you make me see it happen, sad,
profoun...great one,<br />you make me see it happen, sad,<br />profound entry.Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01546696605935159862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-85269665711050858442011-07-25T23:42:25.917+08:002011-07-25T23:42:25.917+08:00@booguloo: Yup. When we're sad, we think every...@booguloo: Yup. When we're sad, we think everyone and everything around us is against us. But some of them serve as blessings in disguise. Thank you for your comment :)<br /><br />@JL dear: Thank you. :)Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281697428095440820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-74043210087887165032011-07-25T22:01:32.332+08:002011-07-25T22:01:32.332+08:00+1 to those who made this poem happy. the 'can...+1 to those who made this poem happy. the 'can' needs it. :) - JLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-19335970840461612762011-07-25T21:25:46.602+08:002011-07-25T21:25:46.602+08:00It goes to show you, even the wind will help if it...It goes to show you, even the wind will help if it has to.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-1746121700798187372011-07-25T13:24:02.049+08:002011-07-25T13:24:02.049+08:00@Paolo: Winner! You made the poem happy hehe. Than...@Paolo: Winner! You made the poem happy hehe. Thanks! :)<br /><br />@Reflections: Thank you. I'm glad you loved it. :) The two stanzas posted were welcome additions :DKatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281697428095440820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-16208478111751201882011-07-25T13:02:01.363+08:002011-07-25T13:02:01.363+08:00Beautiful rendering... love the posted part as wel...Beautiful rendering... love the posted part as well as the addition.Reflectionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051269008275340343.post-5634410301942246412011-07-25T08:56:33.693+08:002011-07-25T08:56:33.693+08:00but wait! there's more! :)
...it took only m...but wait! there's more! :)<br /><br />...it took only moments,<br />the shine of its red and white exterior<br />no longer visible in the pile of urban excess,<br />and then a kid's voice, a kid's hands. <br /><br />pulled out of the pile,<br />wiped as if it was a prized possession,<br />and then a clatter of tin emanates<br />from within a black bag, and a smile.pmm012https://www.blogger.com/profile/12851964495052830138noreply@blogger.com