tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post2835420099015670458..comments2007-08-31T00:59:05.249-06:00Schmutziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023867307505601913schmutzie@gmail.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post-73795759495338335432007-08-31T00:59:05.249-06:002007-08-31T00:59:05.249-06:00it's a painful point in personal development when death becomes real, excellent poemCrafty Green Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post-88692574725564376762007-08-30T19:58:49.761-06:002007-08-30T19:58:49.761-06:00The movement from child to adult understanding--so quickly and effortlessly--is breathless. Wrenching....debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744896385434246402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post-51605459524818823182007-08-30T15:38:17.950-06:002007-08-30T15:38:17.950-06:00The first line lives inside us all, I think and the weaving through the other years leaves a strong mark. The way you wove the friends' pool into your lack of one was very smooth.tumblewordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post-5284039243077833762007-08-30T14:48:27.111-06:002007-08-30T14:48:27.111-06:00Wow, this was so powerful, Schmutzie. We do tend to think like this, don't we, that death is for all those other people... then when it happens to you... wow.<BR/>Bravo...Regina Clare Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14287107184977896696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16730740.post-39180995513720146632007-08-30T10:56:11.664-06:002007-08-30T10:56:11.664-06:00"Now death lives in that space<BR/>where they removed my uterus and sewed me shut,<BR/>forever cutting off the path<BR/>from inside me to outside me."<BR/><BR/>Poignant lines.gautami tripathyhttp://firmlyrooted.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com