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icebox
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in the shadows

0 posted 2004-03-14 08:44 PM



Every where I turn
someone seems to think they've earned a piece of me.  
I've never seen a title,
or a deed,
that freed me of the ownership of my body
or my soul,
or turned their management out
on some communal potlatch pile.  

When I am calm,
the foolishness makes me smile
but as I get older,
and those around me seemingly get bolder,
I find my fast hand reaching back
to grab the get away reflexes of my youth.

How can there be a goal in life,
a purpose to the living of it,
if every step passes through someone else's toll booth,
erected out of fear
or their inherent loneliness,
as if I have no path to call my own,
as if somehow I am on loan
to any needy greedy soul that's passing by.  

                ©2004 by icebox


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Martie
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1 posted 2004-03-14 09:26 PM


icebox

I have felt this way...as if everyone wants a piece of me, and there is nothing left for me, only I would never have been able to write it like you have.  

Enchantress
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2 posted 2004-03-14 09:39 PM


There is only so much of 'me' to go around..
I know this feeling.
Well said.
Hugs~

Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding wound
...or a smiling mouth.

         ~  Kahlil Gibran

icebox
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3 posted 2004-03-14 10:22 PM


Thank you both for taking time to read this.  I don't like whining.

I appreciate your comments.

iliana
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4 posted 2004-03-15 12:39 PM


"How can there be a goal in life,
a purpose to the living of it,
if every step passes through someone else's toll booth,
erected out of fear
or their inherent loneliness,
as if I have no path to call my own,
as if somehow I am on loan
to any needy greedy soul that's passing by."

Many years ago I learned that the more I gave, the more people wanted, finding only a few that did not -- those few are my friends.  What a deeply thoughtfilled write this was, and I really enjoy reading your work.    

passing shadows
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5 posted 2004-03-15 12:27 PM


I was wondering where you've been...

this write makes me feel sane and okay.

Susan Caldwell
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6 posted 2004-03-15 09:51 PM


Icy~

Yes.  I often wonder if it's something I am doing that makes this so...

I do know this...there are only so many pieces of me left.  I hope I get to where I am going with at least something..if not, I guess I wait for the next life...

I think too much.

But I love reading you.  

Sunshine
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7 posted 2004-03-16 10:41 AM


How can there be a goal in life,
a purpose to the living of it,
if every step passes through someone else's toll booth,
erected out of fear
or their inherent loneliness,

~*~

Dang.  I'm bringing the cheese and joining you.

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8 posted 2004-03-16 10:52 AM


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9 posted 2004-03-16 11:19 AM


you make a huge point here...written so well
PassionatelyRomantic
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10 posted 2004-03-16 02:00 PM


fantastic write keep it up!
Pilgrimage
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11 posted 2004-03-18 02:59 PM


Sometimes it gets you down and you just have to vent. For a whine, this was an excellent poem.

Nan (Pilgrim variety)

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