|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by David R Spellman on 09/03/03 at 01:28 AM|
Wow! You capture so well the relief after a long day's work, or a trip away, or after experiencing some tremendous emotional drain... could be so many things that make us melt after crossing that threshold of home's safety and comfort. I could FEEL the relief and anguish in this --- very powerfully written.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/03/03 at 07:04 AM|
At once, relief about being home..but i see bittersweet roots at the base of this flower...the last two lines relfect a hold it in kind of reserve that breaks once you get in the door
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/03/03 at 04:36 PM|
Excellent descriptivenss Kate! This poem as many of yours easily lends itself to visualization through the mind's eye.
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/06/03 at 02:37 AM|
'As at last the dam breaks'. The compulsions of the external isn't there to hold it from breaking. Nor there's need to keep on manifesting the projected image of the personality. One can just be in what ever situation one is. Lonely in one's own skin and essence.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/10/03 at 06:42 PM|
Powerful examination of how one disrobes the person we are in public when we walk through the doors of our private sanctuaries.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/23/05 at 01:33 PM|
what an image you have painted here Kate. and it sticks to canvas, as oats do to ribs.