12 April 2005, 10:19 PM
Gabber Kate,
I must say...this poem in particular just really...I don't know, it's almost like it's a step above some of your others. I *felt* it, I guess is what I'm saying. I felt it when I first read it a week ago, I feel it now.
I can't even describe why. It's just...it just is.

~Keri
13 April 2005, 01:00 AM
Free MadnessThanks sweetie, that means a lot!

I guess I felt it too a lot more than some others I wrote...i think i'd gotten into the habit of just dashing off something from whatever my mood was at the time...so i kind of pulled back from poetry a bit and just kind of experienced whatever was going on with me...i guess this kind of came from all that sitting with stuff...just kind of observing and then finally I found the words I wanted to say--if that makes sense.

Anyway thanks so much hon! Talk soon
Kate
25 April 2005, 02:39 PM
ChianaHi
Kate!
So far, your poetry reminds me of me. I am that self involved. I used to have these nightmares and sometimes I would remember that this wasn't my life and then I'd start searching for my husband as the exit from the nightmare. This reminds me of that.

26 April 2005, 09:48 PM
Free MadnessThanks Chiana...yeah that's pretty much what it is, me searching for John to sing me out of my head...sometimes we need to step out of our own head. And the nightmares are not our lives as you say. THanks for the reminder.
