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My own four experiences with holes
My own four experiences with holes I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. —Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters" My own four experiences with holes written October 5th, 2021 1. I walk down a road I fall into a hole This happens a few times I stop walking down roads. 2. I get tired of being stuck in one place I decide to try again. I walk down a road A different road than before I know holes can happen I keep my eyes on my feet Just in case. 3. I walk down roads I carefully keep a list of roads with holes It is always in my mind Is this a safe road? Will it be safe today? 4. I walk down a road with a friend I forget to check if it's a safe road We are talking and laughing Then I realize This is that very first road the one with that big hole. Did we not notice and walk around it? Did we float over it? Is the hole gone? Will it come back? So many questions. All I really know is I am grateful for the moments of not worrying about holes while laughing with a friend. ------ My thoughts about the poem: The outline of the original poem was in the back of my mind. All I remembered was the holes and eventually going around them. I wrote mine and then read the original. The original is pretty wonderful. I love analogies and this one just suited me for some of my experiences with ptsd triggers. |
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I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. —Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters" My own four experiences with holes written October 5th, 2021 1. I walk down a road I fall into a hole This happens a few times I stop walking down roads. 2. I get tired of being stuck in one place I decide to try again. I walk down a road A different road than before I know holes can happen I keep my eyes on my feet Just in case. 3. I walk down roads I carefully keep a list of roads with holes It is always in my mind Is this a safe road? Will it be safe today? 4. I walk down a road with a friend I forget to check if it's a safe road We are talking and laughing Then I realize This is that very first road the one with that big hole. Did we not notice and walk around it? Did we float over it? Is the hole gone? Will it come back? So many questions. All I really know is I am grateful for the moments of not worrying about holes while laughing with a friend. ----- My thoughts about the poem: The outline of the original poem was in the back of my mind. All I remembered was the holes and eventually going around them. I wrote mine and then read the original. The original is pretty wonderful. I love analogies and this one just suited me for some of my experiences with ptsd triggers.
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I love this. Like you walking down roads, I keep reading it, and sometimes understanding it, sometimes not, sometimes understanding it in a different way, sometimes reading four poems, not one... But I know for sure, I'm going to keep re-reading it... Thank you for this/these... opening doors over and over, revealing different things, some in you, some in me... fascinating.
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I love this kind of poetry, you’re great
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Don't worry about things till you Come to them Then stop Look at The troubles Think of what To do Thank your time You will figure It out And be safe
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This is great and funny at same time. thank you
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Very interesting poems about holes. I personally find it funny that whole and hole sound alike but exemplifies different meanings. But I digress. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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