poetry IS a survivor..luckily...and helps us survive...sometimes i wouldn't know where to go with my emotions if i couldn't write them into words...i like the crushed metal and glass image a lot..
poetry IS a survivor..luckily...and helps us survive...sometimes i wouldn't know where to go with my emotions if i couldn't write them into words...i like the crushed metal and glass image a lot..
Susie, To survive, to overcome such major adversity, and come out the other end of it with your gift of words intact. And we readers get to reap the reward of your beautiful writing! Tough to imagine coming so close to that white light... so glad you made it. :-)
Ha, I took it in combination with your Laundry Goddess title and pictured a mangled washer dryer with its red and white lights still in crazy function.
What a horrible experience... but you are a miracle and can now share your beautiful gift with the world! Maybe you're not scrapbooking in the technical sense anymore, but you are with your words... and I'm so glad.
Thank all of you so much for your kind comments...I have overcome so much...There were many days of trying to get back to "me" Finally I had to welcome the person that was born out of that car accident.
What a clear and brilliant, poetically-attractive description of what had to have been a horrific experience. You have come through blessed and gifted, Susie!
Wow. A very straightforward poem accompanied by that dramatic photograph. (I have had two PT Cruisers and now drive a Chevy HHR. The photo of the little PT shows me how very blessed you are.)
Horrifying image, that car. How quickly life can change. You are a very strong woman and beauty flows from you onto the page. It is a gift and you share it generously.
I came back again to see if you mentioned how long you were in the hospital. Probably not important to the poem, but I came back anyway because I was sincerely interested.
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laundry goddess,
this is the best one yet.
xo
templeton
poetry IS a survivor..luckily...and helps us survive...sometimes i wouldn't know where to go with my emotions if i couldn't write them into words...i like the crushed metal and glass image a lot..
poetry IS a survivor..luckily...and helps us survive...sometimes i wouldn't know where to go with my emotions if i couldn't write them into words...i like the crushed metal and glass image a lot..
As poetry always does! Excellent.
wow that is pretty vivid...a near death experience will certainly change you...glad poetry survived
An accident or death? I like this line :
My mind forever altered,but poetry survived.
Nice to see you here ~
Those last four lines are sublime! One feels that there is a huge story left unspoken in this short piece.
Lovely, profound.
I like the ending a lot.
Susie,
To survive, to overcome such major adversity, and come out the other end of it with your gift of words intact. And we readers get to reap the reward of your beautiful writing! Tough to imagine coming so close to that white light... so glad you made it. :-)
Ha, I took it in combination with your Laundry Goddess title and pictured a mangled washer dryer with its red and white lights still in crazy function.
love the title.
well done....
Wow! Scary moment and I'm glad you survived to share your beautiful poetry with us. The white light/red life use worked well.
How awful to have experienced something like this! How long were you hospitalized?
I especially like 'White light beckoned, but red light revived.'
And poetry INDEED survived!
I'm glad the poetry survived!
What a horrible experience... but you are a miracle and can now share your beautiful gift with the world! Maybe you're not scrapbooking in the technical sense anymore, but you are with your words... and I'm so glad.
I can't imagine what this experience must have been like. Your poetry wanted to be spoken...our good luck.
i still can't believe you went through that, suzie. you write beautifully.
Kudos and stay safe!
We are so lucky that you and your poetry survived! Wonderful poem, Susie.
First time here! This is an awesome piece of writing... and I'm so glad that you AND your poetry survived!
How terrible. I am glad you are alright.
Thank all of you so much for your kind comments...I have overcome so much...There were many days of trying to get back to "me" Finally I had to welcome the person that was born out of that car accident.
What a clear and brilliant, poetically-attractive description of what had to have been a horrific experience. You have come through blessed and gifted, Susie!
Wow. A very straightforward poem accompanied by that dramatic photograph. (I have had two PT Cruisers and now drive a Chevy HHR. The photo of the little PT shows me how very blessed you are.)
Pretty scary!
That is a very scary photo, and a very brave poem, Susie. We're so fortunate to have you, and your poetry as well.
K
Horrifying image, that car. How quickly life can change. You are a very strong woman and beauty flows from you onto the page. It is a gift and you share it generously.
Thank you Robert for your words and your visit.
Again I would like to thank each of you for your wonderful support...It means so much to me.
I came back again to see if you mentioned how long you were in the hospital. Probably not important to the poem, but I came back anyway because I was sincerely interested.
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