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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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and G.I. Joe her man-- he'd saved her from the white slave trade-- a hero scarred by Vietnam. playing plastic game pretend: things I knew no child should know-- for me, there's not "remember when... all the world was safe?" 'cross the rug just so I could sing real loud once my brother pulled the plug-- I cowered underneath the sound wishing I were...anyplace wish away the spotlit eye-- as I felt the taste of shame there "beneath the weight" pressing questions I can't ask tell-me-tell-me-that-I-must who said that I ever was? I learned to lock my door as I [edited] myself. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"things I knew no child should know-- for me, there's not "remember when... all the world was safe?" " uh-huh. I'm with you on this one. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
"remember when... all the world was safe?" I remember when I THOUGHT the world was safe and that was when I THOUGHT I was safe; but I was only a child then. Great write Karen.  M xx |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
I never thought 'edited' could be a metaphor -- but in your capable hands...  Methinks thou hast gotten better m'lady... please allow us the further priveledge... ( bow ) |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
I just finished reading Magnus' It Was just before reading yours...what a contrast! Yours is the side of life my wife comes from, while his was mine...though I have lived with someone who did not have a safe and wonderful childhood for longer than I experienced my own, I still have a hard time relating...once again, my heart goes out to your memories...but I know it takes time and love to heal the wounds of formulation...thank you for the write |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Dang lady...you just keep on gettin' better!  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome piece! What happened to Ken? I love it when my kids sing loud in the car and I turn the volume down real quick...hehehe |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
serenity Hand to screen. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Replace the plastic toys with a book I could crawl into and the vacuum with a tractor... and you've written my "good old days" too. *S* |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Yep...I know. I wasn't allowed to lock my door... *sigh* |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
this makes me thankful to have had the normal childhood of an absent alcoholic father..... hugs my friend, this is powerfully written |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
powerfully written Karen - this is great...Paul |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
jb? My dad was always working too.  and Reb? I'd love to say that I was clever with the [edited] as metaphor, but that part I meant rather literally. Kids know instinctively to trim up their personalities to adapt and survive in unhealthy situations. (It was the locked door that was the metaphor.) I wanted to indicate that as a result of what I learned from another family, I became secretive and compartmentalized as a personality. I wanted to clear that up as I realize the poem could have insinuated wrongly that I was sexually abused at home. Thanks for reading, good poets. I'm off in search of the ultimate metaphor again.  |
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