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I am Scared
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The Shadow in Blue Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 493EL, Michigan 
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I am scared, so scared, so simply scared So please turn away while I steal some time to cry my fears away JNS "I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."-WW |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Shadow in Blue, This is a nice little poem. Try not to be scared, it's a jungle out there for everyone. Bobby |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
May you soon be smiling as prettily as you are in the new photo that you have posted.  This aches. Giving you a warm, comforting hug, EA |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
Dear Ms. Blue, Everybody's is scared. We can't help it. We're humming beings, and sometimes the feelings hum one thing and sometimes they hum another. We listen to them, and if we're not careful we get confused and we think we are what we feel, but we're actually more complicated than that. We're a little bit of we are what we think and we are what we feel and we are what we do. And more, of course. Because you're scared, well, then it's easy to have that become a scared time. When you're a poet, however, you get to be a little bit lucky on top of the whole regular number, because you get to be a little bit of You are what you Imagine, too, and that allows you a little bit of room to steer yourself around that other people really don't have. So here's one way to experiment with that and check it out and see if what I'm saying is for real or not. I wouldn't want you to take me at my word. I'd want you to try it out, because it might give you some poems in the process, which is always worth a little bit of a shot, isn't it? What you do is you actually recognize that you're feeling scared and instead of fighting it you ask yourself what that really means in the most ordinary means you can think of, for example, Okay, you say to yourself, if I'm scared, what does Scared Have for Breakfast. I imagine it might start out it might start out with coffee, right? But the coffee, because it was scared would have to be what? scared white? Himm? My coffee refuses to be anything but scared white. Do I have eggs, what would they look like? Probably just the egg whites, huh? and probably runny egg whites at that? My coffee refuses to be anything but scared white. My eggs refuse to cook through, the yolks Run off terrified, finding nothing to laugh at. Pretty soon I'm looking at a poem called breakfast of terror. Make-up of meaninglessness might come next, all situations and workings out of the basic feeling that seems to be pushing you around, working out the permutations and angles of what it's all about, the feeling of scare. As you follow it with your poems and your poet's eye, you'll be able to watch the feeling shift, sometimes gradually, sometimes more swiftly until you find your concern is not this particular scare, but perhaps another sort of scare, or another concern or feeling. The idea is to keep following the ongoing process of Ms. Blue and allowing the unfolding edge of Ms Blue to work back and forth with her poetry. It keeps both Ms. Blue and her poetry fresh and courageous. It's an added resource that folks who aren't quite so actively poets, or who aren't quite so good at the process don't have. Simply by way of hints and tips my noble Ms Blue. Keep on trucking, Shadow, Keep on trucking. All my best from Mr. Bob. |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
Dear Shadow, Is this, Morning of Everything's Unfamiliar, Mid-day Break of Terror or maybe June Morning of Everything's Changing? What are the predominant colors? How does Scared smell at this time of day? There are times I find my depression, which sometimes visits here, smells like day old bread, a little bit yeasty. Winston Churchill used to call his depression The Black Dog. So sometimes I have mornings where I devote part of the morning to naming the dog and figuring what the dog's breakfast will be and what I plan to feed it that day. It's remarkably adaptable and will eat almost everything. Scared seems the hungry sort as well, likely to eat all your meals for you and then start in on your free time. What does it want from you today, as specifically as you can state it, and what are you willing to give it. I find that it's best not to state absolutes like "nothing, ever." Both you and your fear know it's a lie, so it doesn't really help your poem or move things along. Simply think of what you gave it yesterday, say the hamburger with a friend, or a new comb, or a pair of shoes or 20 minutes on the phone or something else and put that in, and put in what you gave it today, and then think what you plan on giving it tomorrow, hopefully a bit less and how you're going to pull that off. Just keep it simple and concrete as a block of wood. You can edit later. Yours, Bob K. This may all seem silly to you, but I'm actually |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes I feel this one |
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The Shadow in Blue Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 493EL, Michigan |
Bobby~ Too true Bobby. Thanks for the reassurance/wisdom. I needed it. To continue with your metaphor: I'm sometimes the ant to the jungle floor, but usually the tiger. EA~ Don't worry about my meloncholy anymore because rest assured I'm back to my exuberate self-smile in tact. Thanks for your virtual comfort. You're a true angel. Bob K~ I'm sorry I couldn't respond sooner. I was otherwise preoccupied. I appreciate your reassurance and advice. It seems like it could work. You're a great guy Mr. K and I'm glad that you're here at PIP. Yesterday was good, as you put it a "June Morning of Everything's Changing", always the best kind of days. I recently started a Superman poem based on my previous days meloncholy. I'll post it soon. Thanks. Passing Shadows~ Thanks for reading my little outburst. I'm glad, for lack of a proper term, I properly conveyed my plight. *I feel like I owe you guys an explanation for this particular poem, so here I go. I'm the kind of person that prides herself on being strong and independent-to a fault. In short I hate being vulnerable and would rather hold out until I absolutely have to crack. This poem was written when I had cracked. You see I'm the kind of stubborn person that through years of mistrust, trained herself not to be as open with more sensitive issues. I'm regretting that now of course, but that doesn't change my habit of dodging more...personal topics after 12 years of, for lack of a better word,fear. Apparently old habits die hard.  Anyway. In short I'm a self conscientious, cautious, gregarious, chatterbox of a bubbly 18 year old. Quite an odd mixture if I do say so myself. JNS "I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."-WW |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I cannot express how much I loved this. I live it on a daily basis it seems. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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