tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post987660418659558311..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Chubby GirlSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-77564594523056554032016-08-25T11:33:05.337-05:002016-08-25T11:33:05.337-05:00As a chubby girl myself, this fired on every cylin...As a chubby girl myself, this fired on every cylinder for me. Brave and heart-wrenching.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-5101562607720727252016-08-24T01:54:55.557-05:002016-08-24T01:54:55.557-05:00this little trip through rewind
keeps opening bagg...this little trip through rewind<br />keeps opening baggage, but doesn’t<br />free me of any weight.<br /><br />Sad to think that such sad episodes keep happening. The disadvantage of seeing them keep wracking the conscience!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-66453340801447790732016-08-23T09:32:53.165-05:002016-08-23T09:32:53.165-05:00Somehow that green plaster seems so sinister. Yike...Somehow that green plaster seems so sinister. Yikes!Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-5799264814280727492016-08-22T18:16:46.244-05:002016-08-22T18:16:46.244-05:00This little poem racks sadness in a peculiar way w...This little poem racks sadness in a peculiar way which keeps the audience wet eyed fixed to your screen<br /><br />Much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-38290502233178376422016-08-22T15:18:30.984-05:002016-08-22T15:18:30.984-05:00I was raised by a Nazi (literally).
My theosophist...I was raised by a Nazi (literally).<br />My theosophist was an Afro-American music teacher (ironic) <br />So this poem hit hardAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-15369842606986722772016-08-22T13:27:30.865-05:002016-08-22T13:27:30.865-05:00Ah. It's just so emotional; every image and ev...Ah. It's just so emotional; every image and every line speak of silent things. To get away from the reality of it, we stay in this cocoon shutting ourselves in. And unraveling it sometimes only increases the burden; bringing it to the forefront makes it heavier.<br />Beautiful, raw and hard-hitting. One of my favorites by you.<br /><br />-HAAnmol (HA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02427056865589377093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-47230307701177141532016-08-22T11:54:54.476-05:002016-08-22T11:54:54.476-05:00Every line hits hard, Susie. Your portrait is pain...Every line hits hard, Susie. Your portrait is painted in bold strokes: discomfort and painful memories. The figurative language is so wonderfully layered - very inspiring work. Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-37289024694259260142016-08-22T08:04:49.246-05:002016-08-22T08:04:49.246-05:00'..Saturday’s a middle child trying
to scrape ... '..Saturday’s a middle child trying<br />to scrape memories from green plaster...' very hard-hitting line, Susie--as is the poem. How even if we can't hide physically, we do our best to do so mentally. The baggage just keeps tagging along, too. I'd like to drop it on someone's foot some days.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-10244002319002300782016-08-22T02:06:36.490-05:002016-08-22T02:06:36.490-05:00Saturday's child has to work hard for a living...Saturday's child has to work hard for a living...that is all I remember from the rhyme.Sometimes I question the value of rewind( although I suppose it pays the therapists' expensive ski hols) ...If you did not have a memory...your life could only just be now.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-64541411652682844322016-08-21T23:29:52.021-05:002016-08-21T23:29:52.021-05:00There is a sense of wanting or stay invisible... T...There is a sense of wanting or stay invisible... Too much to carry on such small shoulders.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-62569212775831460562016-08-21T22:27:18.318-05:002016-08-21T22:27:18.318-05:00I feel or her, Susie. Nicely told.
Like, "...I feel or her, Susie. Nicely told. <br />Like, "I don't want to know why, just help me loose some."<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-37914943416783414712016-08-21T19:35:16.509-05:002016-08-21T19:35:16.509-05:00Powerfully put, Susie......especially opening the ...Powerfully put, Susie......especially opening the baggage, that doesn't free one from any weight.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-73980321629659934712016-08-21T17:57:49.677-05:002016-08-21T17:57:49.677-05:00What's the fate of Saturday's middle child...What's the fate of Saturday's middle child? Is there anything good in looking back? I'd venture to say, sometimes Not.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11413074557542736813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-43734881317408656052016-08-21T17:26:55.224-05:002016-08-21T17:26:55.224-05:00This makes me so sad. I want to hug the girl...
Y...This makes me so sad. I want to hug the girl...<br /><br />You've jammed a world of emotion into a wee poem, Susie. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com