Sewn Into the Sky
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Comment from Louise Michelle
Okay, I give up, what exactly is the reason behind the poem? It seems to me the puppet is a metaphor and the reader could come to her own conclusions. Lou
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Okay, I give up, what exactly is the reason behind the poem? It seems to me the puppet is a metaphor and the reader could come to her own conclusions. Lou
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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I kept it open because I wanted the reader, yes, to take ter own perspective but also, I didn't want to feel like a sob story. THANK YOU so very very much for reading! Here is what I had in the author notes at first when I posted it...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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Indeed it is more than okay to share and I give you credit for being so open.
Comment from samandlancelot
Greg,
Your beginning and ending show me a restless man that knows something in his life is missing, but doesn't crave anything because he doesn't know what that something is that he's missing.
He can't endure the dreams that expose places in his mind he doesn't to go. Death would be an answer, but it only teases him.
Lullaby of a maniac suggests perceived or real insanity.
Although it isn't in your poem, it does seem as if you found your way out.
Patricia
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Greg,
Your beginning and ending show me a restless man that knows something in his life is missing, but doesn't crave anything because he doesn't know what that something is that he's missing.
He can't endure the dreams that expose places in his mind he doesn't to go. Death would be an answer, but it only teases him.
Lullaby of a maniac suggests perceived or real insanity.
Although it isn't in your poem, it does seem as if you found your way out.
Patricia
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Yes indeed I have. Your take on this was Hugely intelligent and creative. I actually wrote it about something health related but Your take is FASCINATING. So cool. Ill PM you what I had in the notes at first...
Comment from fairy77
Wow! This is a lovely piece. Music and manic? I enjoyed it anyways and welcome back. Darkness is extreme and I loved it:)Nice piece! beth fairy77.
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Wow! This is a lovely piece. Music and manic? I enjoyed it anyways and welcome back. Darkness is extreme and I loved it:)Nice piece! beth fairy77.
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Thank you so much Beth. This was a tough piece to write about. Ill give you the details. Thank you for the great review!
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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Are you CodyJack because I'm keats32?Happy weekend and loved it:)I'm on meds too.
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I am CodyGregory but my name is Greg. You're on meds too? I'm on Suboxone now. Its tough to wean off but I'm getting there. Hurts.
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Nice to meet you:)I'm on olanzapine:)for bi-polar I'm doing a cleanse and may need depends LOL!beth fairy77.
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I take Lamactil. I want to do a cleanse soon actually.
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try Dr.Ho I feel fantastic and it's been one day LOL!Whopper shits, toilets I sit and parents having a fit,smelling like a moist armpit LOL!beth hugs.
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try Dr.Ho I feel fantastic and it's been one day LOL!Whopper shits, toilets I sit and parents having a fit,smelling like a moist armpit LOL!beth hugs.
Comment from NicciFaye
Go ahead friend as am the curious cat.....
I did enjoy this very descriptive and well thought out poem. I personally liked the....lullaby of a manic...I thought that was a crazy line...loved it.
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Go ahead friend as am the curious cat.....
I did enjoy this very descriptive and well thought out poem. I personally liked the....lullaby of a manic...I thought that was a crazy line...loved it.
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Thank you! Really thank you Nicci. Here is the story if you want it ;)
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
Comment from Sam Mendonca
Very well done with great descriptive wording...
It certainly expressed the meaning of pain in a lot of ways.
Excellent work. :-)
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Very well done with great descriptive wording...
It certainly expressed the meaning of pain in a lot of ways.
Excellent work. :-)
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Thanks Sam! That's awesome that you read it! Really thank you.
Comment from Warren Rodgers
Hi Gregory, I read this morning (with your notes but did not have time until now to write my review. You've laid it all out here for us to sift through and try to understand but I realized your situation was so horrible, I can only feel a small bit of what you went through. Before my wife passed away, she had been given almost a blank check to take as much of some extremely powerful pain killers as she wanted. I would never pretend I knew what she went through but just to watch it and try to help her was heart wrenching. I'm glad one of her doctors told her the truth she was able to get it under control and live a better life for a while. Your poem uses words that depict a life of pure hell and beyond! "death is but a tease under the ice" is a powerful statement. Each one of your senses is heightened and they gnaw at you and taunt you. "lullaby of a maniac" is such a contrast which depicts the depth of your suffering. Wow, this is very brave of you to write and post, my friend. I hope those days are far behind you but I'm sure this was a very emotional write for you.
All the best, Rodger
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Hi Gregory, I read this morning (with your notes but did not have time until now to write my review. You've laid it all out here for us to sift through and try to understand but I realized your situation was so horrible, I can only feel a small bit of what you went through. Before my wife passed away, she had been given almost a blank check to take as much of some extremely powerful pain killers as she wanted. I would never pretend I knew what she went through but just to watch it and try to help her was heart wrenching. I'm glad one of her doctors told her the truth she was able to get it under control and live a better life for a while. Your poem uses words that depict a life of pure hell and beyond! "death is but a tease under the ice" is a powerful statement. Each one of your senses is heightened and they gnaw at you and taunt you. "lullaby of a maniac" is such a contrast which depicts the depth of your suffering. Wow, this is very brave of you to write and post, my friend. I hope those days are far behind you but I'm sure this was a very emotional write for you.
All the best, Rodger
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Thank you so very very much my friend, truly thank you. It breaks my heart to hear about your wife. I'm so sorry. It really does hurt to hear that. Are You okay. This was really nice for you to comment so thoroughly on. I figured I'd take down the notes in case people thought I was whining or something. I was on a Massive amount of pain killers for my arm. Way too many. I didn't like having to "rely" on something and decided to stop taking them and have been on something to taper them out of my system. This is hard to get out too. Not nearly as bad though. I think it should be another month until its over. I just want you to know that I really appreciate your words Warren. Coming from You those compliments mean a lot. They really do,..
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It's a slippery slope once today's powerful drugs are administered. The doctor who saw how another doctor was allowing my wife to become addicted told her that if he took half of one of her four daily doses and I (Rodger) took the the other half, we'd both be in the ER getting our stomachs pumped. That statement changed her life as she slowly weened down.
It takes courage to write about your personal experiences and set it out here on your front porch for all to see. I'm glad you are slowly coming back from that hell.
Thanks for sharing a little piece of your life! Rodger
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Rodger that is really a hopeful story and you have no idea how much your comments have helped. You've given me hope and honestly, confidence. It was tough to get off (still on a drug called Suboxone that is used to wean it out but I'm almost through that too, that's actually what the poem referred to. The withdrawal from That drug. Pretty bad but not As bad). Thank you Rodger, truly thank you and God Bless my friend. You're a great person.
Comment from Joan E.
Hi, neighbor! I just returned home to Malibu and am trying to catch up.
Your title and artwork selection were intriguing. I admired your free verse and found your imagery quite effective for this dark mood about the real pain of living. Your appeal to our sense of sound and touch as well as sight is brilliant, as is your personification of "sleep". Well done! -Joan
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Hi, neighbor! I just returned home to Malibu and am trying to catch up.
Your title and artwork selection were intriguing. I admired your free verse and found your imagery quite effective for this dark mood about the real pain of living. Your appeal to our sense of sound and touch as well as sight is brilliant, as is your personification of "sleep". Well done! -Joan
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Thank you Joan! Such kind remarks. I hope you had FUN in Malibu! Very cool!
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Smiles- Joan
Comment from Selina Stambi
Done in your inimitable, style that I am getting so familiar with, Greg.
Okay (since you're on my 'pray' list) I'm feeling free to ask .....
Only you could write of sleep giggling eerily and make a poetic piece of the line!
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Done in your inimitable, style that I am getting so familiar with, Greg.
Okay (since you're on my 'pray' list) I'm feeling free to ask .....
Only you could write of sleep giggling eerily and make a poetic piece of the line!
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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You are so incredibly kind as always. Honestly your reviews really DO cheer me up! Here is what I wrote in the notes last night. I took them down bc I didn't want people to think I was a sob story, etc. thank you for your prayers, you are just amazing...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
Comment from Winslow
Dear Cody,
I don't understand this poem but it is darkly poetic. You are being controlled and death is something you crave?
Warm regards,
Winslow
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Dear Cody,
I don't understand this poem but it is darkly poetic. You are being controlled and death is something you crave?
Warm regards,
Winslow
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
Comment from Kiki12
Hi Gregory, this is very intense write. It reads like someone going through drug withdrawal. Every part of the body screaming, the brain twisting in a different way. 'lullaby of a maniac'- tremendous phrase. Your imagery is phenomenal and the emotive quality is haunting. Judging the notes, this is a personal battle inside and out, and I can only hope the worst is behind you. Exceptional write.
Best,
Kiki
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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Hi Gregory, this is very intense write. It reads like someone going through drug withdrawal. Every part of the body screaming, the brain twisting in a different way. 'lullaby of a maniac'- tremendous phrase. Your imagery is phenomenal and the emotive quality is haunting. Judging the notes, this is a personal battle inside and out, and I can only hope the worst is behind you. Exceptional write.
Best,
Kiki
Comment Written 20-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 20-Jun-2013
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You are SPOT on. So incredibly insightful. Here is what I had in the notes last night...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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Well, I almost wish I wasn't right, but your verse is very emotive and just exceptionally written. I'm sorry for all the suffering you've had to endure. I think it is most upsetting that the doctors don't give you all the information you need to help you heal even if the meds are the only option. I was fortunate in that the one medication that was addicting that I was given for cluster migraines made me so severely ill that i couldn't take it, but there have been others that I didn't know the side effects of and the 'weaning off' involved and ended up thinking I was very ill. Luckily my brother is a physician and was able to figure it out and get me a competent doctor who could help. I wish you lots of healing inside and out, and just to answer your last statement- we share our souls every time we write, the backstory is always ok to share along with it
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kiki
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Thank you Kiki. That makes me feel good. It does. I think you're a really good person. I think I'm past the worst, just lingering effects. Still bad at times but hopefully over soon. I really appreciate your review again. I'm impressed and happy that you got it spot on. Really cool.
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:)