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posted by
9STAR
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January 13, 2009
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The chains of the known routine can be so comforting sometimes...It is hard to choose to break free of them, MEDEAR.
posted by
auslander
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January 13, 2009
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Wow...
Nice and pretty !!
posted by
DirectFromHeart
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January 13, 2009
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Another beautiful truth
i know exactly what you mean... many times I have passed over the key to my shackles... great poem
posted by
lionreign
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January 13, 2009
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Another experimental success!
posted by
gypsypoet1975
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January 13, 2009
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Well, I had to go look up orlop. Learn something every day. I hope never to have to climb from an orlop to a wheelhouse. That would mean I was on the water again. Please, I want to be a landlubber so I never get seasick again.
posted by
TAPS.
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January 13, 2009
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Brilliant Shelly
so many of us are disempowered by these normally invisible chains; love it; many blessings and thanks always
posted by
mariaki
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January 13, 2009
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How Chilling... the chains that bind can be... very cool images here in this powerful poem.
And I learned a new word "Orlop", fascinating.
posted by
yellowrose55
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January 12, 2009
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Sammy this is wonderful. I love the images and their implications. and also the way in which you use everyday words... to elicit complicated meanings. Great work sweetie... I do hope you are feeling all better. Love you much xoxo
posted by
Sinome
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January 12, 2009
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Again you prove that you excel in all forms of poetry. Your 'choka' is special.
posted by
hardilaziz
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January 12, 2009
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Excellently relatable, Dear Sam!
You continue to amaze!..
posted by
PoetRaye
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January 12, 2009
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Very Good Poem!
It reminds me of someone I know.
posted by
Kolekshuns
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January 12, 2009
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I am a person who was so use to structure that I kept myself bound to the house, I knew each day I had to get up for work, not now.
posted by
lustorlove
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January 12, 2009
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The up and down staircase of experience. relentless chains to bind.
posted by
merkie
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January 12, 2009
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Poetry offers so much variety and those who write it are skilled and have a way with words. Thanks for sharing your poetry!
posted by
Texas_Gem
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January 12, 2009
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SO FANTASTIC
I think is is one of my favorites so far. Keeping oneself bound, while freedom is right there within reach....our emotions and fears can keep us shackled forever. excellent work, sammie....xxoo
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hazel_st_cricket
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January 12, 2009
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