Fiercely Awake

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Feet

Heard this poem this morning just after I had wobbled my way to the bathroom (after waking) on my numb plantar fasciitis-afflicted feet....You nailed it, I am not alone....you reminded me of the power of words and of poetry, so much so I went out today and bought 2 books of poetry !....

Wendy 123 days ago

aging

Fantastic. I especially liked the gallbladder ambush poem. Nobody wants to age; and of course, inside, we are all still eleven years old, perfect, having the kid thing down pat. It's when we try to skate around our other identities, the ones we collected, without thinking we were doing so, like picking up bottlecaps and saving them, it's when we try to make sense of that pocketful of other selves that the eleven-year old gets hurt and confused. What, me? Fifty? Get out of here! Really?

Jon Paul more than 5 years ago

Poetry

FIERCELY AWAKE

How well you have captured aging!

Well done!!

Carolyn Dodds more than 5 years ago

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