tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post338572577998904539..comments2023-10-19T10:51:43.826-04:00Comments on Author Amok: 2015 Sound Poem Project Day 1: Water WheelAuthor Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-28275135081474406792015-02-04T11:53:20.458-05:002015-02-04T11:53:20.458-05:00Still trying to post a comment :) Glad to be back ...Still trying to post a comment :) Glad to be back in this company. PatriciaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-61046551983711871312015-02-03T18:35:36.733-05:002015-02-03T18:35:36.733-05:00Thank you for the update, Linda. I'm thinking ...Thank you for the update, Linda. I'm thinking of your family surviving behind that damp, dark, noisy water wheel.Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-34761766990259611102015-02-02T07:37:16.913-05:002015-02-02T07:37:16.913-05:00Wonderful start to the project!! Love these. I am ...Wonderful start to the project!! Love these. I am still hearing the sound of tea poured into china cups. Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-39817324584280738212015-02-01T18:08:59.364-05:002015-02-01T18:08:59.364-05:00I did hear the voice, Linda, but I didn't focu...I did hear the voice, Linda, but I didn't focus on it because it was in Swedish. Your poem captures the feeling of being trapped. I had a dark feeling in the beginning until the Swedish man handed me the pound of flour. I love reading all of our different responses. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-77877231423697058262015-02-01T17:36:24.481-05:002015-02-01T17:36:24.481-05:00So, when I listened, not only did I hear the water...So, when I listened, not only did I hear the water rushing (like rain), but those noises, then voices. For some reason I immediately thought of a dark, rainy night, & the Gestapo (or the Soviets later) coming to arrest a family, thus this is a memory of a young child in hiding with his parents. No one mentioned the voice. Did I listen too long? Love the other poems, too. This will be a good time, Laura, Diane & Margaret. Diane, I like the connection to your child laborers writing, and those 'circles' of yours & Margaret's, Laura.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8303906221917588052.post-64299826763213457742015-02-01T15:35:43.074-05:002015-02-01T15:35:43.074-05:00What a fabulous beginning! And Laura, you're r...What a fabulous beginning! And Laura, you're right about Linda's poem. Linda, tell us more!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.com