Open Poetry #47 |
If Only For a Window |
Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Trapped in my head. I flake the lead paint from the Filthy walls of my mind. Eating the hateful chips without water. A mad man imprisoned in a toxic loop. If only my selfish brain had windows. I could see others and help them. I would be forever free of me... |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Excellent poem, Shortysdadd. I was going to suggest knocking a hole in that wall and putting in a window - but then I read "Lost Cow" and realised you already have a huge sliding window to step out through. The heroin addict may hardly have recognised your presence, but, I believe that for a moment, he did and that he understood your compassion. If the poem was fictional, that doesn't change anything because thoughts or the lack of them are the birthplace of actions - and that actions without the heart behind them aren't worth much. Owl |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Love this. I like the way you used the lead paint metaphor and how you tied up the end. Good write. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I relate. ~ Employ teenagers while they know everything. ~ |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thank you all very much. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Interesting. Don't eat paint and don't put beans in your ears. They only cloud your senses. Like this poem. A |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
To overcome our heavy ego pressures is a daily task, no doubt. Very powerful ponderings here. Love, Margherita |
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