tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post6100744018250137798..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Trapped Rhyme Susie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-84440651429829834192015-07-16T14:54:02.421-05:002015-07-16T14:54:02.421-05:00there's a softening in here, a giving in, almo...there's a softening in here, a giving in, almost... beautifully written, quite haunting.Sweeper of Dreamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00078459443293328745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-17151571417769112952015-07-11T09:52:07.401-05:002015-07-11T09:52:07.401-05:00You describe this feeling, this apprehension and s...You describe this feeling, this apprehension and stress even in the sleep state, so perfectly Susie. I know these feelings have many interpretations and can come from many sources, but caring for something beyond one's own self, or perhaps that has become the best part of oneself, seems like the central one for me. Hugs to you all.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-78938536045237164412015-07-09T17:31:32.666-05:002015-07-09T17:31:32.666-05:00This haunts, as it should~ The teeth really took ...This haunts, as it should~ The teeth really took me there! <br /><br />I hope and pray for your beautiful Dawn, you and your family~<br />Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-7715830235504055722015-07-09T15:08:07.837-05:002015-07-09T15:08:07.837-05:00makes me think of how, before anaesthetics, one wa...makes me think of how, before anaesthetics, one was given something to clench between one's teeth. there is no balm for what Dawn and your family is going through right now quite like our well wishes, though, is there? ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-39100271946028819762015-07-09T14:53:07.429-05:002015-07-09T14:53:07.429-05:00Stunning....absolutely pierces the reader with fee...Stunning....absolutely pierces the reader with feeling.C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-61961847542982058512015-07-09T13:39:31.012-05:002015-07-09T13:39:31.012-05:00I love this, Susie. I love this, Susie. ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-76361813072322655162015-07-09T10:01:11.141-05:002015-07-09T10:01:11.141-05:00For years I managed to stuff emotions, hide the fe...For years I managed to stuff emotions, hide the fears and worries to the point that my body didn't react. In the face of great challenge and heartbreak, my heart rate stayed steady, breathing unchanged, but at a deeper level, damage occurred. Now, I am learning to recognize, acknowledge and fully be in the moment, without judgement. I feel much healthier, even though at times I may look more rattled.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-26333547366742006872015-07-09T09:18:07.662-05:002015-07-09T09:18:07.662-05:00I thought that was lovely.I thought that was lovely.Blogorattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12821621371176285384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-76728192855120108822015-07-09T05:21:04.928-05:002015-07-09T05:21:04.928-05:00Interesting that your first stanza describes inten...Interesting that your first stanza describes intense stress, but still your heart just beats as normal, no racing. This made me stop and think. xo Susie.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-83855581276404996232015-07-09T05:15:32.544-05:002015-07-09T05:15:32.544-05:00very nice. I can relate so much...that's when ...very nice. I can relate so much...that's when I give up sleep and get out of bed to do something else...usually housekeeping. aspiritofsimplicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870339828098281415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-71669288030585339502015-07-08T22:07:20.128-05:002015-07-08T22:07:20.128-05:00A beautiful expression of someone who is weighed d...A beautiful expression of someone who is weighed down with anxiety.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-78666035939706613582015-07-08T19:53:16.880-05:002015-07-08T19:53:16.880-05:00Brilliant imagery - I can feel it!Brilliant imagery - I can feel it!Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-64990875702023674232015-07-08T17:36:12.082-05:002015-07-08T17:36:12.082-05:00"the throbbing ink of so many yesterdays"..."the throbbing ink of so many yesterdays".....wonderful writing, Susie. Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-33962086883872928472015-07-08T10:52:09.041-05:002015-07-08T10:52:09.041-05:00This is awesome, Susie!This is awesome, Susie!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-86777275259768277652015-07-08T07:41:04.951-05:002015-07-08T07:41:04.951-05:00There is a gritty sense of realism in your poems o...There is a gritty sense of realism in your poems of late, Susie. But you never relinquish the beauty of the words.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-61399762054032105352015-07-08T07:30:43.488-05:002015-07-08T07:30:43.488-05:00There is a sadness emitting out from this beautifu...There is a sadness emitting out from this beautiful piece. Wish you love and peace..!Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-89149804870743050362015-07-08T04:33:17.192-05:002015-07-08T04:33:17.192-05:00I've been there too, SC; but have not recorded...I've been there too, SC; but have not recorded it nearly as well.Ron.http://rlavalette.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-51737704509601850822015-07-08T03:23:39.142-05:002015-07-08T03:23:39.142-05:00The tension of the trap's springs run taut bet...The tension of the trap's springs run taut between the stanzas. What did Rilke say, stretch your opposites between the furthest poles because the god wants to know himself in you. You did that here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-27107554767418896452015-07-08T02:11:56.268-05:002015-07-08T02:11:56.268-05:00I think that nights can be the worst time to have ...I think that nights can be the worst time to have those thoughts trapped inside.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-56762625319221573582015-07-08T01:39:24.068-05:002015-07-08T01:39:24.068-05:00A sadness exudes in this poem but still the night ...A sadness exudes in this poem but still the night give solace.Vandana Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270400982093787158noreply@blogger.com