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Minds trapped in brains
within balls
atop creature discomforts



= disabled.

My perception on this comes into focus and then fades before I have a full grasp on it. As you already know, disabilities can be physical and mental/emotional. I'll keep trying and comment later.

Inspired by Byron


Sunshine on highway
Lost control and steel crushing
Blood on teddy bear

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Frozen snow on shoes
Sound of crystal cracking light
Tingled in small steps

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Stars on black paper
Names flash out of the dark sky
Anonymous thoughts

Cia

Cia ~

Were you around here much during our haiku period?

~ Lizzy

No Lizzy, writing is quite new to me.

Cia

lizzytysh wrote:My perception on this comes into focus and then fades before I have a full grasp on it. As you already know, disabilities can be physical and mental/emotional. I'll keep trying and comment later.

Each word lives in its own world.

The intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous, the sensible man almost nothing.
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I am sure that marg and I visited his grave by the lakeside of Lake Garda. It was a good few years ago though. At the head of the lake.

I remember your doing quite well, Cia, some time back with a certain Poetry Competition....and maybe[ ] with something else? I remember, then [whenever it was], encouraging you to start writing more. This is more evidence .

I want to see Greta and Suzanne writing more here, again, too.

~ Lizzy

Cia wrote:No Lizzy, writing is quite new to me.

Cia

Be careful
it's addictive
writing down
takes you down
waving
not drowning

feeling the steel, Albert is heartbroken. Is teddy alright?

crunch of the crystal like warm shivers

looking up and awaiting a muse.

These pieces of your work flow through me cia. It's those feelings, which our eyes, allow to happen in our bodies.

Lovely stuff.

Thanks. More please?

Mr. B.~

I was thinking about your poem earlier today and how there is a duality factor.

The pain of pain itself. There is nothing more exhausting. Along with the physical limitations that anyone who becomes 'disabled' experiences.

Then there is the LOSS of the self you once were. Well you know you are not lost, but you have had to take on a new form and learn to function within that reality. So a real loss does occur.

I'm not trying to get Personal with you, sir. I am trying to state this in general terms because I am being general.

Nice poem.

regards,
Laurie

There is such a thing as bereavement for oneself.

The person who you used to be has gone. Buried beneath a multiple layering of guilt, loss, angst, and several more pertinent emotional and mental conditions, that cannot be aired here.

Byron, please tell Albert that Teddy is alright, but he does miss his owner ever so much.

Thanx for the sweet comments to both you and Lizzy,

Cia waving - not drowning yet

There is such a thing as bereavement for oneself.

That's really true, Byron. I'm sorry that this is what you're experiencing.

~ Elizabeth

Thanx for the sweet comments to both you and Lizzy

You're welcome, of course, Cia.....but you know the best 'thanks,' right ?

~ Lizzy

< * eyes wide open in anticipation * >


< * thanks to Vince for this lovely technique * >