tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post3602914821619692471..comments2024-01-26T13:12:55.520-08:00Comments on Feel Free to Read: The GloamingGlenn Buttkushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-84880238055483894262015-12-08T09:45:47.527-08:002015-12-08T09:45:47.527-08:00Wow! You are a fantastic writer!Wow! You are a fantastic writer!Carol Campbellhttps://writersdream9.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-70794233013388025692015-12-08T05:01:45.342-08:002015-12-08T05:01:45.342-08:00This is so realistic, Glenn. You got inside of hi...This is so realistic, Glenn. You got inside of his head & made the reader feel his confusion and his pain. This must be an awful state to be in really, not knowing if you want to know who you are or if it is better that you don't! Thanks for doing a second haibun!!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-13009318105384604702015-12-08T03:49:56.175-08:002015-12-08T03:49:56.175-08:00What a tragedy...to lose your memories and not kno...What a tragedy...to lose your memories and not know where to go ~ Is he a holy man or a defrocked priest? And those tears, perhaps the brain wants to lock away the painful memories ~<br /><br />A mysterious haibun Glenn ~ Thanks for the second share ~Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-72243925286751342772015-12-08T01:35:19.634-08:002015-12-08T01:35:19.634-08:00Pulled me into an unknown situation, as if lived. ...Pulled me into an unknown situation, as if lived. Well done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-68351817237720420542015-12-08T00:30:46.781-08:002015-12-08T00:30:46.781-08:00My goodness, am I glad you wrote another haibun on...My goodness, am I glad you wrote another haibun on this prompt - you've done an amazing piece of work here. Deeply, deeply moving - reminds me of a passage in the Richard Yates novel 'Disturbing the Peace" (except there it was clearly induced by alcohol, here it seems to be more Alzheimer's or something like that). You render that state of confusion and anxiety so well!Marina Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251903359649828285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-44979237983432213662015-12-07T21:41:46.711-08:002015-12-07T21:41:46.711-08:00Well.. in this
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back...Well.. in this<br />third Glenn<br />Haibun to<br />comment <br />back to <br />in one day..<br />which still pales<br />in the effort and<br />nows it takes to<br />read one of mine..<br />so.. i am still far behind<br />hehe.. in reciprocation..<br />i am reminded now<br />of Wife Katrina's two<br />week stay of amnesia<br />after a particularly<br />challenging<br />complex<br />partial<br />epileptic<br />seizure.. shortly<br />after my recovery<br />and purchase of some<br />furniture and a 60 inch<br />HDTV to celebrate newly<br />gained effective use of vision..<br />she comes home<br />and the look<br />of terror<br />on her face<br />is nothing like<br />i've ever seen<br />in any horror<br />movie of human<br />being..<br />truly<br />it scares<br />me then..<br />as i feel how<br />she feels in empath<br />way.. she truly believes<br />someone breaks into <br />our home<br />and put<br />that TV<br />and furniture<br />in here.. as she<br />cannot remember <br />us buying it at all..<br />and she accuses me<br />of being part of it.. as <br />i will not agree with her<br />blank side of the story<br />unknown to her<br />in forgetfulness...<br />She fully recovers<br />thank God.. and<br />that is the<br />only <br />episode<br />of that <br />two years<br />ago.. TGx2...<br /><br />Precious<br />memories<br />save sanity..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-61023419180666769812015-12-07T21:38:51.486-08:002015-12-07T21:38:51.486-08:00To find yourself without memories.. To find yourse...To find yourself without memories.. To find yourself moored without memories searching for traces on yourself... Chilling really, imagining what those hands might have done..brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327165758377801408.post-42145703812665317482015-12-07T19:52:26.748-08:002015-12-07T19:52:26.748-08:00I like your take on that photo and how you used it...I like your take on that photo and how you used it in black and while...quite appropriate. You hear of people like this on occasion where suddenly their memories go out on them, perhaps from some trauma, mental or physical. The gloaming indeed...Bodhirosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630769135515322096noreply@blogger.com