Open Poetry #33 |
False Altruist |
klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
my doll is just beyond my reach on the floor 'neath my cradle's sheets. it lays there frighten so it seems i cannot hush its plastic screams. my doll is frighten like i am in our closet they keep so dim. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
There is an eerie feeling to this write, one that speaks of a great loss, and a search for something/someone to comfort, to fill a void, to shine a light in the dark. Hopefully, not a personal memory? Well written imagery, anyway. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Wow, this one reaches right out and grabs your heart. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
dont really know how to respond to this interesting write |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
haunting |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
klm, I hope all is well with you. This is not an easy subject for most to comment on, but it was written quite well. Enjoyed reading. ~tier |
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