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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this is the best one yet.
xo
templeton
My mind forever altered,but poetry survived.
Nice to see you here ~
I like the ending a lot.
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. :-)
well done....
I especially like 'White light beckoned, but red light revived.'
And poetry INDEED survived!
K