[This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (03-02-2003 07:46 AM).]

~ Trace my body with your words..
And in doing so, you touch my heart. ~

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

Noah, What a beautiful reply, but too often every vow you can name was broken and yet it would 'seem' love remains. In poetry it does, but, in reality it does not. I learned a little trick long ago in tracing back my feelings to origin. These sticking, not stinking, tsk!...relationships, often run to our earliest needs not being met, nor given from parent; someone comes along with a parental love whom we can also legitimately make love with and we unwittingly latch onto them forever, not recognizing the why of it...that is the simplest form of it...and it works for me....Doesn't mean I don't like to write about an unending love, though.

Thanks for your loving, lovely reply.

Hugs, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

Cpat,

Thanks for bringing this back up.
I always appreciate your comments.
It is your positive input and patient suggestions which have helped much.
Negativity, without input,  sends me backwards into my cave.

Given my formative years, (aged 6 and under)  being kept and locked in daily in what we referred to as the dungeon room,  plus extremely negative treatment on an indvidual basis, and given a sense of I could do nothing right, not even tell my own name correctly, has convinced me(least I hope so) that I simply shut down  certain parts of the logical part of my thinking, because the kind of insanity I was exposed to and made no sense to this brain at an age when I could neither read nor write nor add, was not tolerable to the "logic" in this brain.

I somehow clicked shut my thinking, using only what was needed for survival.


I only mention this, because I too see the growth in my writing and it is exciting and rewarding to see that part of self open up, creativity a ~pure joy~. To have someone of your intelligence and talent see it too means a great deal.

Of course a good shrink and 20 years and 50 grand might open up my thinking too. Since I don't have any of those I'll keep "plumbing deeper" and see if I can weave words as well as I'll bet I could have woven baskets. Why I have escaped mental institutions or jail is the miracle....I believe in miracles.

I know this is personal, but so is my writing, a gift I put on hold for a long, long time & even if I don't get any better than this, I have gained the sense of pleasure writing poetry offers. All the above has been shared through various poems anyways.

Thank you as ever, for taking your time to reply. Means much to me.

Hugs, Pat  

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i am in trouble but no one knows it if you can figure out my messages thenhelp me.

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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