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My Blanket

Has anyone seen my blanket ?
I seem to lose it all the time,
sometimes right off my shoulders.
Leaving me shivering in the cold,
winds of doubt tear my eyes.

Fashioning teathers of pride,
I lose my blanket less often,
tied to my neck it protects me.
Slipping away at times, now and then,
knots of acomplishment becoming secure.

In the warmth of my blanket,
I can accomplish great wonder.
Without I am lost in cold purgatory,
A mere shell of the person I am.
This blanket is my greatest treasure. 

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Pt 2 of genesis.

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  • Viyanna Rosemarie silver member
    April 17, 2007

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    i have my teddy bear!!! this reminded me of linus and he is so cute and adorable. thank you for sharing this with me. viyanna rosemarie


    congratulations on the bronze


  • soulfultia gold member
    April 17, 2007
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    Glad to see a shiney out of this piece. You did an excellent job of allowing the reader to feel flowing emotion. Congratulations on the Bronze! Everyone has their insecurities and we certainly all have our "security blankets". I thought that was part of life... ~Tia


  • Lady Eventide
    April 17, 2007

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    Good work

    Excellent work. I do believe that this had a sensational...metaphor to it, if I can call it that. I think that everyone has their own little blanket...or blankets...that help us stay feeling secure. Good luck in the contest, ___________.


  • Cupcrazy gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    A deeply emotional write. One can feel the insecurity in this piece. Loved it, thanks for your fine entry. Bunny


  • Night Hope gold member
    April 16, 2007

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    "Leaving me shivering in the cold,
    winds of doubt tear my eyes."

    Sighhh...We all have our blankets, my Friend...Mine is my writing...I often say that it only hurts when I'm not holding the pen...Well done, Poet...Good luck in Bunny's contest... Wanda

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