I went to sleep
on a green field
of innocent wonder
woke up in a white room
with no doors and no windows
I was locked into a battle
with my own fragile ego
one of us was sure to get maimed!
Author notes
I saw the poem as an internal struggle.
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- She Spoke by CarolDesjarlais.
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Where your wild things are. Good luck with the battle.
-The Manatee
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Its life
It just happens in life- we get into situations when we awake and get ourselves enslaved, in the struggle for freedom we discover our very own self is the poacher then we either stop being poacher or the poacher keep reigning killing the enslaved true self.
Very symbolic work touching the reality through imagination, like the simplicity of piece with the depth of message.
Best wishes,
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Ohhhhhhh man, isn't this the truth of such times.... really develope this...it has great potential!!!!
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May the best man win.. my vote's on you. Enjoyed this one a lot.
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i think getting maimed is worth it...
so long as we write.
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This makes me wonder just how many white rooms there are ...
I hope you're ok and the best man wins!
All the best in the contest
Suzie Q
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Hi John
I like the title as the word anima is what is said to encourage people who are down
in the mouth or to goad on an animal pulling a wagon or dray or what have you.
BTW
When you were in that "white" room, did you happen to see a scribbling on the wall that said, "JJ Feb 1972"?
Good job here, John.
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your words even make the reader feel the air is thick and full of tension.
think I've visited that white room before
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great write.... white usually portrays purity... maybe the whiteness of the room blinds the ego causing it to hit the walls hard enough so it is lamed... one self is ok if one does not seek it out again for a re-match in battle.
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This really does feel as if there is an almighty internal struggle going on, swinging from one end of the scale to the other. Life rarely seems to draw a healthy balance!
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Ah, your remarkable images---
and your infernal struggles--
as if art in a bottle.
Classic arafura!
M-C
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Very interesting. Are you sure you didn't fall to sleep in the fridge again?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRqjpuLFXek
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I wondered why it was so bloody cold in there!
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Does the little light really go out when you shut the door?
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No.
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OK, I always wondered.
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Oh, that room. And does your ego always fight dirty? Good write.
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Yes it seems to know all my weak spots...
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i took this in a few different ways, and both ways had my mind crazy. in a good way. just the thought me that room, ah man, i think i've been there. wonderful write!
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Thanks. I think most poets have woke up in that room from time to time.
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Unusual repsonse to the prompt, quite bleak and chilling. I like where you went with this, recognise the white room.
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Yes... the inside of the 'cube'.
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Maimed or maintained... either way, sounds like a real battle of the ego. Freud and Jung would have quite a field day within this "white room"!! Wishing you all the best!!
Peace,
Cyn
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OMG sweet one you have penned brilliance.
food for thought that makes the mind ponder
but this ego is for ever stained
well penned as always dear one hugs Angel♥
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