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We Feel

Some time ago
My skin turned wooden
My feet moulded into one
I slipped
And smudged the painted grid
On the marble floor
Another time I fell
And did not stop
I rolled right off the board
It was not a conscious decision
To spectate rather than participate
But it happened
As it does to many
Who give up on giving
When you undertake solely seeing
You relinquish being
But not feeling is a feeling
There is no such thing
Even when you stand
Outside of your skin
Even then
Not feeling is a feeling

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 16:19

Thank you for the thoughtful comments ?

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Ghazala lari

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 14:47

I agree with Graham's views on this poem. I second his thought.
Realistic write?

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 14:42

There's a feeling of manipulation buried in a shallow grave here. Being a pawn comes to mind too. A disassociation, a disconnect. A very interesting viewpoint of involvement and also being outside looking in.

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 10:20

Thank you!

Nicola Beckett

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 05:07

I like this poem a lot xx

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