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Safety net.
Posted: 31 January 2004
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Wrapped warm like a cocoon
snuggled deep in mothers womb
not cold and lifeless like a tomb
just safe.
Blossom into life we will
taking care to hold still
first steps forward sign of life
later on we see the strife.
Troubles forward, frightening sound
all these wars one of a crowd
shake with fear as bombs do fall
will i die,or survive all?
Wish i was safe from all doom
snuggled still in mothers womb
not a worry,nor a care
just comfort from the cold night air
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 Account Closed at 14:29 on 31 January 2004
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Alice, this is a perfect poem of parodoxical impossibilities with strong stirring imagery. You haven't wasted a single word and every line holds strong statements of purpose. I like it a lot. If only there were such things as safety nets instead of only safety devices in this world.
Steven
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roovacrag at 15:34 on 31 January 2004
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Thank you Steven, I am in a romantic mood today for some reason.Think I will put pen to paper and write more. xxxxxx Alice
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poemsgalore at 16:46 on 31 January 2004
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I see this as a very thoughtful poem Alice, especially the line:
"will i die,or survive all."
Although it should have a '?' after it (sorry, that's pedantic I know'
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miffle at 16:50 on 31 January 2004
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A nurturing piece Alice. I liked the sense of Innocence and Experience in it too. Slightly puzzled, however, by the last line (?) Write on, nikki ;-)
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roovacrag at 17:13 on 31 January 2004
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Thank you ladies,punctuation is not my strong point.Nikki my son was born in a winter with over a foot of snow.Arrived a week overdue,we said he was too warm and comfy to poke his nose out.Being male might be just too idle.:-))
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miffle at 19:34 on 31 January 2004
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Alice, that's a touching story. Thanks for sharing it. Write on Nikki :-)
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Poetic at 14:48 on 02 February 2004
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I’m sure this will strike an accord with most people. After we are born, we begin to grow up and at a certain stage we really can’t wait to be adults. The irony of it all is that once we reach adulthood and “later on we see the strife” we simply wish to be children again. We long for the protective safety provided by nurturing adults and fairy tale-like childhood innocence. So well captured, so true to life.
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