.
We, in our cocoons,
Tortoises, poke out our heads
From under our shells
To check out the weather.
Whether…?
Living in our cells,
Prisoners with no bars,
We are our guards?
.
©DGA 11 November 2011 07:18
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11/11/2011 at 5:44 pm
Whether…?
The beauty of the poem lies here. We risk too little. settle for something too soon and afraid to venture out unless success is guaranteed. Even then, we shall not be the first, and see if somebody else had succeeded. By the time we venture, it would be too common place that everybody had known about it and had joined the bandwagon already. As inevitable, we would be the last in the process, fail because of competition, regret having ventured and cozily settle into our shell swearing we shall never repeat.
Whether…?
So good indeed, Denise.
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11/11/2011 at 5:51 pm
Thank you, Sunamu. We are afraid to venture out without guarantees, it’s true. We inhibit ourselves…
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11/11/2011 at 6:01 pm
Prisoners with no bars,
We are our guards
So true.
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11/11/2011 at 6:08 pm
Thanks, Nancy. Unfortunately.
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11/11/2011 at 6:12 pm
Such a vivid picture of what we do to hold ourselves back, Denise. Powerful.
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11/11/2011 at 6:25 pm
Thanks, Andra.
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11/11/2011 at 9:51 pm
Written with great feeling Denise! Lovely
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11/11/2011 at 10:33 pm
Thank you, Patrecia. 🙂
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12/11/2011 at 2:11 am
Sounds like a winter’s day to me. Whether the weather be bad or not..
But,no prison can hold a determined spirit..
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12/11/2011 at 3:19 am
Haha, Jack, but we keep ourselves imprisoned. 😦
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12/11/2011 at 6:07 am
We may do, adee, but it’s far safer to keep to ourselves, I think …
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12/11/2011 at 6:19 am
That’s true, Cin, but safer from what? I’m one of those, but I wish I could get out there and be a daredevil… instead of always wanting to play safe.
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12/11/2011 at 8:30 am
But who guards us from ourselves?
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12/11/2011 at 8:46 am
That is the question, Bb! That is the question.
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12/11/2011 at 1:55 pm
You have broken free Denise; the proof is in your blog, your prose, your independence. Blessings to the brave soul that you are, an inspiration.
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12/11/2011 at 4:40 pm
Thanks, Maxi. I have asked the question, but whether I’m free remains to be seen…
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12/11/2011 at 3:14 pm
sunamu nailed it for me…we risk little…i like the dance in your words which leads to thinking and contemplation…great questioning…
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12/11/2011 at 4:45 pm
This is unexpected, Brian. I thought you were away. Thanks for the visit and comment. Have a great weekend. 🙂
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12/11/2011 at 4:38 pm
Such true words Adee!!!
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12/11/2011 at 4:46 pm
Thank you so much, Gran! 😀
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12/11/2011 at 8:14 pm
Denise, this is spot-on. I am too much of a tortoise at times…
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13/11/2011 at 6:45 am
Join the club, Kate! 🙂
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14/11/2011 at 1:56 pm
The point unstated is that since we are our own guards, we can unlock our own gates. The secret lies within ourselves.
For a long time your leg was your guard, – is it showing any signs of setting you free, Denise?
John
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14/11/2011 at 2:15 pm
You’re quite right, John, our minds are our own guards, in thinking ourselves incapable. Re my leg, I only have to go for X-rays mid-January, so things will remain the same at least until then. However, last month the doc said it would be ‘another year’ using two crutches… I am afraid to hope that it will be less, but you never know…
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14/11/2011 at 9:50 pm
Take it as it comes, Denise. Even critches are a kind of freedom after what you have been through. My prayers always.
John
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15/11/2011 at 7:05 am
Thank you so much, John, you are quite right about the krukke (the local name)!
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