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> When Children Panic, meditation on the nature of death and how it is sometimes different.
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post Oct 8 10, 20:16
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When Children Panic


Panic is not attached to the memory
of troublesome times, like surgical tape
sticks to the skin.

Analyst ask you to lay down and close
your eyes, but your thoughts drain
and you can’t remember

if anyone took the bandages off your mother
before she was put in the coffin. (Was she buried
with the catheter strapping?)

Grandmother would say: “Men have a long tube,
it’s for burying seeds.” I would ask why some fruit
never fell from the tree, they rotted on the branch,

as if resisting the imagination,
and open doors. “They need to be picked,”
was all she’d say.


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post Oct 10 10, 00:44
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Sergio, this is a fantastic poem, no wonder you've received many prizes and nominations.

Such powerful questions asked, deftly handled in just the necessary lines. The two last strophes are incredible, I'm impressed.

I apologize for not being around much. There has been a bad accident (assault) on a member of my family. We're going thru' a very tough period.

Best wishes and congrats! I'll eventually get to Nero's, where you've joyfully shared your successes with us. Right on! claps.gif

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"There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
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post Oct 10 10, 00:54
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Dear Slyvia,

These are tough times. I hope your family member recovers and that the hearts of everyone in your family find tranquility once again. Thank you for the encouraging words. You'll be in my prayers.

peace,
sergio


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post Oct 10 10, 01:02
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Thank you so much, Sergio, for your kind words and prayers.

I hope peace will come, but it'll take time. I know you've lived thru' tough experiences. You understand.

Peace to you as well,

Sylvia


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The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.


"There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction."

Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights.



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post Oct 10 10, 03:13
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Sergio, wow...I was impressed also,

I didn't want to see him lieing there,
dressed in his best suit. He didn't dress
like that I said. He wore jeans and plaid shirts
that smelled of old spice and licorice.

I cried when I finally was forced up
on the predeu, he had these spots and no one
would tell me they were from the disease.
I thought he was in the process of shedding skin.

I cried again when they took him from the room,
where are they going? I asked quietly.
To the grave yard; I thought that must be like
a prison, or a dump for lost uncles. I miss him still.

I hope you don't mind adding my thoughts here of when my Uncle Jim died,
I was barely old enough to understand that he was gone.

Your poem took me back to that period of time.

Thanks and you take care
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post Oct 12 10, 09:39
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Steve I am glad you shared the poem about your uncle. All of these things stay with us from our childhood. I remember my conversation with my grandmother the day she asked me if I had seen a black funeral car pass by our balcony. Yes, I had seen it. She got up and called her friend and was told that she had just passed away in her bed. I was impressed. As a child the experience never left me. But I had a lot of questions to ask and that was why I would always accompany my grandmother on the balcony. She was a very special woman who gave nothing less than absolute quality time and love to me and to anyone who was perceptive enough to listen to her converse.


thank you Steve. sergio


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post Oct 15 10, 17:02
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Hi Sergio

This is a very powerful poem and I like the messages/questions asked. You are a very strong writer and I'm not surprised you've won many pubications/nominations. Fantastic!

Steve - I like your poem very much and think you should post it seperately to get the comments it deserves.

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Laugh loud & often - it's medicinal.
Write from the heart - it's therapeutic.
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