tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post382482750227356548..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Have You Ever Lived In Third PersonSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-57076370937908174852017-03-23T01:24:57.411-05:002017-03-23T01:24:57.411-05:00Well written piece. Unhappy childhoods are like bi...Well written piece. Unhappy childhoods are like birth marks.They don't disappear.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-39557335364665190132017-03-21T23:53:05.744-05:002017-03-21T23:53:05.744-05:00I am glad I am only a little bit of an empath. I o...I am glad I am only a little bit of an empath. I once had a friend who was the full thing, and life was very difficult for her.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-68625500709006559772017-03-21T19:58:22.703-05:002017-03-21T19:58:22.703-05:00I loved how the imagery in the first stanza grows ...I loved how the imagery in the first stanza grows into the place she wants to forget--empaths and intuitives have a tough time--Audrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-65205021815339543792017-03-21T16:47:53.656-05:002017-03-21T16:47:53.656-05:00Yes. Well captured. You must have experienced it t...Yes. Well captured. You must have experienced it too. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-66376173652959084472017-03-21T16:01:00.887-05:002017-03-21T16:01:00.887-05:00This is the sort of poem that starts breaking the ...This is the sort of poem that starts breaking the heart the moment one reads the title. There is such pain in living without I. And when one reads the first word, things get even worse--she doesn't only exist without a private self, but as an "empath" has to experience the pain of the world, too. No one should have to live with the entire world on her back, especially when the one in question seems to have been born out of misery and into misery. By the time I was done reading the poem, I wanted to jump into it, just so I could grab her and we could runaway together. No one should have to live in a cage.Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-31293788879188532222017-03-21T05:08:37.347-05:002017-03-21T05:08:37.347-05:00The third-person home is a place devoid of me or y...The third-person home is a place devoid of me or you, becomes a sensory iteration of what is only absently present. An address, a heart with "walls full of echoes and faces of ghosts." Some place to get the hell out of. Great response to the challenge, Susie, if Grimm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com