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I.D., A suitable poem for the full moon weekend here. I'm always in awe of the tides. The tides within us, the tides without. And the ones with the whips, no doubt. And yes, I think I still have mine, hidden away, for some emergency day, when magic is the only hope. wcw

Ahhh... whipped but undefeated moon madness high the winter sky I love a woman who knows how to turn the tides! ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Blush profusely like a rose then, Nina.... ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

within and between stanzas to give it that cyclical quality. That last stanza is ingeniously ambiguous.

within and between stanzas to give it that cyclical quality. That last stanza is ingeniously ambiguous.

I read...but then don't know what to say, moving. Sincerely~ Debbie

we all fall down... well placed shortened for strength wordings.... in other words, damn... I liked it! Richard

So it's Nina. Very profound writing. Showing the struggle as the tide turns in our favor. It reminded me of Dante's triple rhythm, that later became Italian. Great and wonderful job of looking into yourself and others! OUR DARK TRUTHS!!! thanks, Eddie

and enchanting like a dominatrix-dark folktale sister-witch speaking spells whirling 'round the fire for cooking rendering the innocence of children like tallow fat for candlemaking innocence-scented candles burned to free the bright girl-child from whip-bound submission volition restored to Godesses of Tides lapping sand reuniting the Darkness and the Light. ------------------------------ Nina, in a very short time this poem engaged me in the the dance between Shadow and Illumination of the tide-bound feminine soul (anima)...the moon is so present here yet unsaid, as she often is, reflected light and not direct...and the imagery of the tide also speaks to the liminal sandy space between ocean and earthen land. And the ending question implies that we each carry The Whip and our own emancipation simultaneously. Circular tidal cycles. The language, as I said...chanting and enchanting. Beautiful, beautiful. -Michael

the last stranza is whipping with words selection. thanks

Another great write Nina! The last line really drives it home, I felt personally addressed. (I know my comments aren't very constructive but there's never much to 'construct' ; ) ~Stella

The tides within and without always pushing and pulling us, but it is up to us to be the masters of it or the slaves to it. I prefer to be the master of it. Very enjoyable read. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

How I am feeling these days. It's almost like I've been hung out to dry by everyone who knows me. Thanks for your poem. It really spoke to me. Superb.