tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post49003144967282792..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: Sunday LunchThe Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-28869236156248902232010-11-23T23:29:02.351+00:002010-11-23T23:29:02.351+00:00Enjoyed the poem! For no logical reason I can see ...Enjoyed the poem! For no logical reason I can see I was reminded of Christy Moore's song, Boning Halls, "Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone,/ All the flesh gets ripped off a country.Dominic Rivronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02618013365521035400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-34162971608510207212010-11-10T15:16:52.248+00:002010-11-10T15:16:52.248+00:00This boy grew up to be a poet and a long distance ...This boy grew up to be a poet and a long distance walker. Ram Dass calls it fierce grace.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-19224383096642025612010-11-07T22:12:30.999+00:002010-11-07T22:12:30.999+00:00I too am a wanderer and writer from California. I ...I too am a wanderer and writer from California. I write about synchronicities that turn into predictions. dnatree.usStephentreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05145397965189840679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-79678463934950249062010-11-06T13:56:33.946+00:002010-11-06T13:56:33.946+00:00my childhood Sunday Lunches were rather meagre for...my childhood Sunday Lunches were rather meagre for the first few years; later on they became 'stuff yourself feasts'.<br /><br />Nowadays Sunday lunch is very special, we take our time over it, have small portions of food we don't have every day and savour every mouthful. A glass out of a good bottle helps make it all the more delightfulFrikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-28197015455116766562010-11-04T20:50:41.173+00:002010-11-04T20:50:41.173+00:00Gleaner, well divined :) There's a long journe...Gleaner, well divined :) There's a long journey inwards, but also some shorter journeys outwards, so I won't be posting quite as much.<br /><br />Tramp - omigod, your experience is my own exactly!<br /><br />And Ruth, I really appreciate your appreciation. Thank you.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-17623139344061211832010-11-04T14:44:27.818+00:002010-11-04T14:44:27.818+00:00Lots of memories rekindled here, Robert. This is s...Lots of memories rekindled here, Robert. This is such a clear picture of someone (your dad, I'm guessing). I recognize my own dad after church service, carving the beef roast or leg of lamb with his cufflinks still intact. One of my dad's rare luxuries was having his shirts laundered and starched. Anyway, you've deftly revealed some tender and vivid truths about him. And that last stanza is a zinger of a revelation. I feel that vulnerability of childhood that is universal in this lovely poem.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-87801563114486375112010-11-04T10:56:16.942+00:002010-11-04T10:56:16.942+00:00Oh those Sunday lunches, it's the after taste ...Oh those Sunday lunches, it's the after taste of the roast lamb congealing on the tongue and roof of the mouth that I remember. We sat seated in silence, not daring to smile either at the comical figure of my father at the end of the table or at the chaos often caused when the knife slipped and plates, food and drinks were sent careering across the table.<br />...TrampTramphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10367405984066895755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-59037074211811561932010-11-04T06:51:06.345+00:002010-11-04T06:51:06.345+00:00Glad to see you back :) I thought I'd miss you...Glad to see you back :) I thought I'd miss you but I coped!<br /><br />I like this poem - the strong and powerful feelings of childhood, trying to interpret the world of adults/parents. <br /><br />Is this poem an indication of the long journey you referred to in your previous post.gleanerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11826401785165112918noreply@blogger.com