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Painting by Daria Petrilli via Magpie Tales 


i dig in
my heels 
feel
the pull of water
over sand
the tug of matter
over mine

 and the days 
go by

will i never
get better
at letting
go

2015-Rene
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  1. MaryApril 12, 2015 at 10:40 PM

    Your poem has shown well the pull of hanging on...the difficulty of letting go.

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  2. MaryApril 12, 2015 at 10:40 PM

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 12, 2015 at 11:56 PM

    Oh Rene........I am pushing seventy and the short answer is - letting go STILL SUCKS. LOL. Sorry.

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  4. MichaelApril 13, 2015 at 12:26 AM

    a very short way of conveying such a powerful feeling

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  5. brudbergApril 13, 2015 at 12:55 AM

    Always hard to let go... Holding on is so natural to us. Wonderful writing,

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  6. NatašekApril 13, 2015 at 2:09 AM

    letting go might be hard no matter how many times we've done it.. beautiful.

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  7. BerowneApril 13, 2015 at 4:51 AM

    Fine response to the prompt.

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  8. UnknownApril 13, 2015 at 7:39 AM

    Good short poetry always has a punch like this. Good work.

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  9. Jae RoseApril 13, 2015 at 9:06 AM

    Such a big question raised in this wonderful poem..perhaps we must hold onto the good..and let go of the bad?

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  10. AnonymousApril 13, 2015 at 9:09 AM

    wonderful ...yes!

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  11. Buddah MoskowitzApril 13, 2015 at 2:20 PM

    Wow, such a great punch here. Thanks.

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  12. ZQApril 13, 2015 at 8:30 PM

    Splendid!
    ZQ

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  13. Silent Otto April 14, 2015 at 1:59 AM

    There is something particularly eerie about " heels and the pull of the ocean "

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  14. Other MaryApril 14, 2015 at 11:38 AM

    Yeah, letting go doesn't get any easier.

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  15. totomaiApril 14, 2015 at 6:16 PM

    it's tough but you can do it easily next time :)

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  16. AnonymousApril 18, 2015 at 1:29 AM

    I loved the amazing message in the short, simplicity of this poem.

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  17. Tess KincaidApril 18, 2015 at 5:17 PM

    Just float and drift...

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