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You express very well the dilemma of someone who doesn't know where to go (what to do) next! I hate being in that situation: I am an active "go for it" person! Can't stand the dilemma too long!
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auslander
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September 6, 2009
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Very well written sam! We all get 'frozen'-once in a while-(well I do)-
can't 'go' or 'see' beyond whatever our personal 'barrier is! I sincerely hope that you are feeling this as a temporary/momentory feeling and that all's okish for you? God bless. Chris.
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Scramble
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September 6, 2009
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Sitting room
Hi! Shelly. Your walls are lifes protection and the windows the looking glass of what we see with our eyes. Decisions are sometimes difficult even to open a window but the refreshing fragrance of life blow into our sitting rooms and give us rejuvination and good things to think about. Lv Femia. I love reading your works
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fememefeme
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September 6, 2009
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Life's like that. Constant struggle!
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hardilaziz
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September 6, 2009
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Wow
Very well-written poem. I think it's such a good poem you've written here. And I like the thing about being kind of caught between the four walls. :)
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kasperhoe
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September 6, 2009
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Shelly, this is very thought provoking! Hope you're doing well. Nita.
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snowview
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September 6, 2009
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Sam - the confines of the closed room is brought out so well in this poem. Loved it and its connotation. hope you had a lovely migraine free weekend my Sam.
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shobana
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September 6, 2009
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Good!
I am sure there are so many different things that define each person's four walls. Mine is this small town that refuses me, but where I must remain, because this is my kid's home, where they want to be and where their dad is.
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flappergirl
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September 5, 2009
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Good question, why can't you?
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Greenfields
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September 5, 2009
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I've noticd that doors and specially windows provide ample opportunity for
poetry. Had a lesson in school which was something about keeping one's spirits going by painting a 'last leaf' which the sick person could see thru the window!
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Straightforward
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September 5, 2009
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The deepest feelings of a stifle and grounding along with a promise of escape, always seem to alternate in our core, but the cold 'active' helplessness of being struck is so beautifully brought out in your awesome poetic expression. Kudos! sam.
posted by
abanerjee
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September 5, 2009
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This poem is of great relevance to everyday life! I so related to it!
posted by
Aspire2Inspire
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September 5, 2009
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sam ~.~
Your questions hold the answers.
Nice write! Thank you for sharing. Peace, blessings and understanding.
~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
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September 5, 2009
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Lol, procrastination? I like it!
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calia14
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September 5, 2009
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Perhaps it is not the right moment in time??The familiar is not scary.
posted by
merkie
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September 5, 2009
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some days its like that
posted by
lustorlove
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September 5, 2009
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So relevant, a door and a window, maybe either is an improvement of going nowhere!!
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mariss9
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September 5, 2009
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