the skinny kid always watched Play School:
Gemima and little Ted
stared back;
she went with
them on journeys,
through the round
window and sometimes
the square one
she is fat and grown now:
each monday she
walks through a blue door
with a window in it
and sits in a cream chair:
"which window shall we look through today?"
it's a different journey
through the same childhood...
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A contest entry
- through the blue door by Cat.
700 points, ended December 12, 2007, 23 entries
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i know that we grow up, as least in body anyhow, but... i think vara much that there are aspects of our spirit, our essensial selves that never realy change, and that is no to say that we dinna grow up, but rather that, we alredy came that way, and we remember at our core who we are. we wind through our adult lives, but och there is a seed of the wee one, peeping out evera now and again, in eager anticipation of of an adventure that may be awaiting there. may we never forget compleatly the round openings and treasure chestd to new places and ideas....
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i really like the idea of this piece- effective and concise story telling-
strong emotion carries this piece- very nicely done
m -
wow... i can juust sigh... this should win
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Ah my beautiful friend..
Just reading this made me want to crawl into a hidey hole..
Maybe because of my own dark life.. and well.. shit..
enough said..
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I'm helping Mary with the judging and that way I get to read this poem again... and I still love this journey...
~ Nicolette
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I see this window not just a picture of beauty beyond it...but a place...more wonderful to escape...just so...absent the shell we can be without cares, being ourselves...love the writing poet...
Mal
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I like the expression and impression that this piece gives. Excellent write
Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
VIRGOAN
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a truly beautiful and expressive write... real and emotional, a bit saddening - a journey I am glad you invited this reader along on...
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"it's a different journey
through the same childhood..."
I find there are so many ways to read this poem and look at it...much like its last lines...
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Windows hold such stark promise and here you have merged that view to childhood, with the innocence lost and gained contrasted so vividly. Stunned.
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oohh gawdddd.... this says so much, so much and I know how strong you are now
and when you look through some of those murky windows, just know that at the end, life will be so much cleaner in your heart and mind... yes it will
you are so damned wonderful and im so proud of you
Gilly.x
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What Nicolette said, and a great big sigh.
Wow.
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You made me see through her eyes... the windows, the glass, the childhood. Beautiful, heartfelt poetry, Elaine - stark and real... these different windows, this same view
~ Nicolette
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You're so good at this.
I don't think I can do blue, ya know, it would be redundant if I did.
You've made it real and stark, and I love the lone cream chair that stands out in the mix.
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