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    Journal: see mood
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    Mood: hiss...meeowww!!!
      
    its like i'm a cat and someone just tossed me in the pool, all i know is that i don't like where i am, its not at all where i was going, its not where i want to be, its only where i ended up at the end of soaring through the air, i can see where i was, i can even see where i want to be, if only i could get there, what is it that's weighing me down, is it me


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    Thanks for the comment on my poem I appreaciate it.
    | Posted on 2007-06-10 18:12:23 | by Valedia - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Re: The Brook
    Thank you for your read. The Brook is a Metaphor for my wife. One brook, many attributes. One wife many attributes of her loves expression. At the end where I say " Tenderly she moves her foamy fingers reaching to embrace my heart, then I saw you" is a metaphoric description of my wifes love for me. Again employing the metaphor foamy finger ( which in my minds eye are the brooks rapids.These rapids are the heart of a brook. These then become the heart of my wife). I 'am truly sorry for the confussion. I thought this piece out years before I was able to put it in words, and it has underwent "eons" of writes and re-writes. Perhaps it needs more re-write or the fire place. The concept in this format was difficult to execute.Thank you again for your comment.
    Nathan
    | Posted on 2007-05-29 15:08:56 | by itinnmannn - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Haha, yup, I've heard that a lot of bartenders end up being that...
    | Posted on 2007-05-24 00:52:02 | by alteredlife - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Are you actually a psychotherapist? Just wondering
    | Posted on 2007-05-23 22:34:25 | by alteredlife - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    thx for looking into my poem, "searching for smiling eyes". You got the idea pretty straight on, except for the last part, but that's my fault. It is about an "in love" person, but the last part was more confusing, because i'm not the only one she shuts out or that's felt the brunt of her indifference. thx for your thoughts
    Imajen Dat
    | Posted on 2007-05-22 18:50:30 | by beninbrasil - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Welcome to ES
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