Comments on: Invisible Ink

By: Dave

Dave — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 23:06:52 +0000

dale – I’m sorry you had trouble with the comments. Thanks for persisting. I don’t have a problem with imagism, though the spell-checker in the computer I’m using seems not to have heard of it.

The tastiest berries in the blackberry genus here are called loganberries. We have three or four species in the east, at least.

Moira – I must find out more about this phenomenon. Supposedly we have quack grass, but I’ve never heard it make a peep.

By: Moira

Moira — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 19:59:23 +0000

Really and truly, growling bushes. Well, bush. I gave it a wide berth after that.

By: dale

dale — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 05:44:19 +0000

Guess my comment here the other day didn’t take. Loved this poem — very concise, very carefully loaded. If I thought you’d take it as a compliment, I’d even say imagist.

There’s lots of himalayan blackberries out here, but there’s another sort — I don’t know their real name, we called them “mountain blackberries” — that are tastier.

I’m not allowed to talk about the growling bushes, though.

By: Dave

Dave — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 15:26:19 +0000

Thanks, Moira. Yeah, I hear the Pacific northwest has the best blackberries on the continent. Our own blackberries won’t be ripe for another couple weeks.

“Growling bushes”?

By: Moira

Moira — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 02:23:55 +0000

My fond memories recalled are of wild blackberries near a Washington bay, where moss grew in thick carpets and hung from trees. There were other alien (to me) plants: holly trees, marsh grass, and growling bushes.

I like the parchment/nibs metaphor very much.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 20:56:36 +0000

Marja-Leena – Thanks!

Brett – I do think it soaks in.

Keith – Yeah, you should. Even if they hate it (I always did). Glad this called up such fond memories for you.

By: Keith

Keith — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:59:30 +0000

Thank you Dave. You just reminded me of my Grandmother. When I was a small boy, she and I would go out for long walks to pick the fat from the land. Spring would be spring greens, summer would be any and all wild berry. I must take my own kinder out; the leasons learned must not end with me.

By: Brett

Brett — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 22:27:42 +0000

Soak in, or slough off?

By: marja-leena

marja-leena — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 19:07:21 +0000

I like this – and can identify!