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yellow house

that's the last time
she said
as she put it on the shelf
behind
the last, last time

but maybe next time
just not now
everything's fine
no, really
everything's good

how convincingly
she fooled them all
her throat stinging
how lovely her cunning
her eyes shining
if nothing else
there was that
and dreams greater than
her less than
fine

Peace ~ Rene

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  1. Brian MillerMarch 4, 2010 at 7:35 PM

    whew. i hope she finds the strength...

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  2. Lola SharpMarch 4, 2010 at 7:45 PM

    Ahh, we can never truly fool ourselves, can we?

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  3. Irish GumboMarch 4, 2010 at 7:57 PM

    Courage, lass...we can find it :)

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  4. Sniffles and SmilesMarch 4, 2010 at 9:08 PM

    You weave this together beautifully...your form so perfectly reflects her indecision...and the feeling of being trapped...extraordinary! ~Janine XO

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  5. AnonymousMarch 4, 2010 at 9:32 PM

    "...and her freedom
    just outside
    that door
    if she could only
    walk across
    that floor
    and lead a life
    greater than
    this less than
    fine"

    You nailed it right there, Rene. She is finally free.

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  6. chocolatecovereddaydreams.blogspot.comMarch 5, 2010 at 1:56 AM

    You continue to awe me with your great writing.

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  7. Casey FreelandMarch 5, 2010 at 2:07 AM

    Very pretty. And from a writing perspective, I LOVE the way you came back to the shelf. You left it alone just long enough for the reader to begin to forget and then made me look at it again. So good.

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  8. Grant-Grey GudaMarch 5, 2010 at 8:15 AM

    Fantastic! Wonderfully written! I would be truly honored if you gave your poetic advice on my blogs of poetry and follow them if you like.

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  9. PearlMarch 5, 2010 at 2:00 PM

    Fantastic. That just slid off my brain so easily, Rene.

    That deserves music. It really does.

    Pearl

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  10. UnknownMarch 5, 2010 at 8:17 PM

    non-stick poetry for busy brains
    that's my new tag-line :)

    Thanks Pearly girl
    Rene

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  11. Enchanted OakMarch 6, 2010 at 10:12 AM

    I read this aloud, Rene. It was wonderful. It was like rhythmic panting to get out, get out, get out....
    Good work!

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  12. HelenMarch 7, 2010 at 12:59 PM

    One word today ~~ powerful!

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  13. cheatymoonMarch 7, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    I always want to yell b*llsh*t when someone tells me everything's fine...

    Love your Spring countdown... and just noticing your side bar change up. Love your sentiments there.

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  14. AnonymousMarch 9, 2010 at 3:51 PM

    UnSilencing Violence is possibly the best choice anyone can ever make.

    Beautifully, poignantly written.

    Namaste.

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  15. MichaelMarch 23, 2010 at 11:00 PM

    VERY important poem here in fact. I love this. Thank you for saying it so well.

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