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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Jayne,

I appreciate the hugs much more than the stars. (hugs&love&stuff) Yours, ~Nina
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hillrider

16 years 4 months ago

Deeply moving

This is very powerful, I can feel the raw emotion here. I too am left speechless ... Dale
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you, Dale,

this one has been lurking just around the corner for some time, but I never could make it work... Yours, ~Nina
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Julie,

thank you for your kind words - all of them. Yours, ~Nina
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

for what is given and taken

i grew reading Dick and Jane books before they were banned Mockingbird before it was removed from schools my world is scarred ablaze with broken falsehoods and idealized idolotry and yet the sensitive settings exist ego and conscience two wolves two eagles double headed twins life/death light/dark a moving poem Dragon thank you
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Theo,

I am glad that you pointed out that you felt the character came across strongly. It's not easy, trying to capture the essence of someone close to us... Yours, ~Nina
kaligantsaros

kaligantsaros

16 years 4 months ago

Well..

You have to take into account who reads your poem.. I am a guitarist, a singer, hang with tattooed demons who are creative, confrontational, musical and male. How may legs has a table? And love and consideration, seperation and grief..memory two legs and a head. Theo
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Take it from yet another tattoed demon:

I really appreciate it that you can understand this poem so well. Though I am not a musician myself, many of my friends and relations are, and I can absolutely imagine how painful it must be if you cannot perform the art you have chosen - or does your art choose you? How many legs has your table, Theo? Yours, ~Nina
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Changed life.

Oh the knife kniving cutting surviving thriving, how pain and the horror of things that distort our beings into other than what we are, shatters our minds eye of others and ourselves; we plunge suddenly into a surreal existence where all known values of beauty are turned upside down and sides to middles, and grasp at methods of healing the wounds thus created, and yet we find it difficult, we try to suggest why, and accept why, and find ways to explain why, and end up in the same place, unable to tear out the memories of before and now, as they haunt our existence each hour, each day, and change our lives forever into another phase of existence which can, with perseverance, create the greatest feelings and understandings of love ever to be experienced in this lifetime. Nina you speak to us here and we feel it. Love to you from Ann of Norway.
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

My dear Ann,

you have it down pat: changing life... trying to find ways to cope with memories... this is what this is about. Thanks for listening to my words and the meanings between the lines. Love&stuff to you. Yours, ~Nina
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you for the STUFF; I

Thank you for the STUFF; I like that, I don't need it embroidered with roses and I am glad you liked what I said about his poem. It is something I don't feel I have experienced so do not speak from my own memories, thank goodness, but I know of several who have such memories and they die hard as they are so close to our beings, so close to all that means anything for us, that all becomes coloured by the stains of such events. But we have to climb out and stand tall again in order to see over the fence of life's ordeals, the beauty that is always present too, if not we live in twilight lives, lost and depressed by our experiences and that is not good, for you, for those around you, for anyone in contact with you, it will stain the whole world around and that has no good point has it? I don't know, as I said, but I think we have to be big and help ourselves and find a happiness that is always latent in all things, even though it might be hidden for the moments close to such. My love to you dear Nina from your friend Ann in Norway.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

((((((Nina)))))))It seems I

((((((Nina))))))) It seems I missed many outstanding poems. This one actually physically hurts since I know it's about a family member in the present. Give your brother a tender hug from me. ~Anna
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Vicki,

thank you. I have not been able to do much reading this week, but have been planning to drop round your pages next weekend. Yours, ~Nina xxx
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Idlemindwondering

16 years 4 months ago

heart wrenching; it is so

heart wrenching; it is so hard to persevere the deterioration from what they were. my heart to you. And you have found the perfect combination of words to convey your emotions to the reader. great job ken
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you, Ken,

and great to see you back around :) Here's hoping 2010 will see you around more. Yours, ~Nina
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Atticus

16 years 3 months ago

Hi Nina,

It is a delicate construction to be sure when there is so much emotion involved. You've done a masterful job working through your expression. All the best to you and yours, Nathaniel
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Ink Dragon

16 years 3 months ago

Nathaniel,

thanks. I really appreciate your comment and your best wishes. Yours, ~Nina
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 3 months ago

From Shakespeare's Macbeth

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?" to the scalpel, on skin and mind "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" Tom Waits to using forms of beta-blocker drugs to repress trauma memories. The real pain and choice is in what to take away, what to leave and what are the consequences. You express this with utter eloquence. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
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Ink Dragon

16 years 3 months ago

Jess,

I believe this is one of the longest comments I ever got from you. "The real pain and choice is in what to take away, what to leave and what are the consequences." I daresay you nailed it. Yours, ~Nina
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 3 months ago

Normally your poetry is quite self-contained and so well written

all I can say is how much I like it and maybe suggest a syllable or two change. Here I felt your and your brothers pain so deeply that, presented with the powerlessness in the face of someone one cares about hurting, I had to say more. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
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Clem

16 years 3 months ago

The unsaid

I am a newbie on neopoet,enyoying this haven in the storm. I have been trying to hold back comments, feeling a need to understand the site and people before jumping in. But your piece is too significant not to comment. I live in Chicago and know what tears mean. The strength of your poem is that you present a picture of . . . I search for the word . . . you choose: conversion, change of direction, a new start, reversal with no comment as to why. Or to read deeper, change without conversion. What is unsaid makes this a powerful poem. Suddenly I want to learn more about what this stars thing means. Figured it out . . . duh!
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Ink Dragon

16 years 3 months ago

Hello CLeM,

welcome to the site! Too significant not to comment, wow, that is quite a compliment. And yes, there are a lot of things behind this write that are not said here. Thank you for the visit, I will make sure I return the favour. Yours, ~Nina