| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 01/09/09 at 09:32 PM The feeling of this is so real...the feeling of being invisible is frustrating isn't it? |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/09/09 at 10:10 PM Sylvia Plath could not write up to you although many people think she was/is a goddess of language - maybe - whadda i know - except - Y!ou will live very very far into the future smiling and well aware of your fame. unlike the selfish tortured who forget they are ALIVE! DAMN IT! this is scott's prediction for for you this day. and so it is |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 01/10/09 at 04:41 AM You can not imagine how much I can relate to this piece Nanette. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/10/09 at 05:19 AM the second stanza and the last three lines are powerful stuff, Nanette...and i'm reading them over and over, remembering. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/10/09 at 05:42 AM I know it sounds like empty sympathy, but believe me, we've all been there. And believe me again, but it can do some good putting it to words. Especially if it's something as strongly written as this. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/11/09 at 01:28 AM i know what you mean..... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/12/09 at 12:42 AM Excellent use of analogy, well constructed, and you kept it together right to the end. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/12/09 at 02:18 AM This is such a personal piece, and I like the use of the glass - a visible barrier, something you can press against, and possibly break - very visual and understandable. I also relate. I feel no whining in this, just a statement of feeling, which I have to admire. |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 01/12/09 at 04:59 AM if one of those people couldn't empathize they might be a sociopath. stay away from those people. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/13/09 at 12:50 PM The forest hears you and opens up, feels you, reaches for you. This is a blooming impacting gift with expression, yours. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 01/13/09 at 09:19 PM 'she says she's lonely. how could she be? every night she's got company.' |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 01/13/09 at 09:29 PM "and i draw what i imagine
my life should be
if only i could break this glass"
- i like these lines best. did someone already mention that you can break the glass? i hate hearing that. people say that crap all the time. i mean, we CAN break the glass, but let's not pretend like it's oh so easy. |
| Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 01/14/09 at 03:32 AM Wow.. I feel like that sometimes. Well lately a lot. You have captured that feeling so well, and if I could paint a picture to go with it, it would be in reds, oranges, blacks and browns. I can't paint tho. :) |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/14/09 at 04:49 AM Writing poetry is so cathartic. These words will open the doors of pain and release to the conscious, freed from the sub-conscious and the gnawing of your soul. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/15/09 at 02:21 PM I missed this one. Brilliant. Congrats on POTD Nanette!!! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/15/09 at 05:25 PM Hey, cool, N! POTD! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/15/09 at 08:49 PM ...lovely sad lament to No One There as Neil Diamond says in a song I Am I Said...seeking the same plea as you, as all mankind wants/needs is recognization, appreciation, i hear you and i want that glass broken also, like Tommy in PinBall Wizard, see me, feel me...nanette, touche on POTD. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 02/16/09 at 12:18 AM Congrats on POTD, love! I wholeheartedly agree with Gabriel. It may seem like empty sympathy but most of us have, indeed been here. I know I have. Great way to write it out, though. Fantastic read. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/22/09 at 03:54 PM Wonderful write- we could be twins- I feel the SAME way!! |
