dies is not supposed to be on a line of it's own but so be it.

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

ah, 'raison d'etre' to rationalise ones reason for being? I ahve only recently learned this phrase, in fact jsut the other day while reading I came across it and wondered what it meant.
hmmm, here in this poem to me reads into alot of reasons to feel unwanted, misplaces, dissatistified.
it is so simple to become uncomfortable inside ones skin because we are all connected.

in the second paragraph it states: 'for me to tell the world we are all ok, would mean I am perfectly at home,,,,and do I have purpose' that I think is the most significant question in the poem, for us to feel at home inside and to extend that feeling outward.
I think the disconection ends when we connect within ourselves.

this poem discribes very well the useless feelings we share, being so small inside this oblivion of chaos -
as ou say: 'something existing but not significant in the scheme of things.' you did very well with this challenge Anna, you took it out into the world with a larger perspective.
excelente ^_^ ~katie

Posted: Jul 26, 2008

Anna, this is amazing! I was thinking of this very topic when the newspaper headlines screamed about serial bomb blasts in another major city in India on the second consecutive day. I began by wondering what made people do such horrid deeds, and how their minds work and so on. I then went on to thinking of how whatever preys on their minds can be diagnosed and treated. There are so many problems, so many questions, so many answers even, but is there a real solution? I was sadly pondering on these and more points, and that led to further introspection and so on.... I know your poem has nothing to do with terrorism, but the phrases about wheat stalks and weeds brought the issue to my mind, and made me wonder: they consider us weeds and try to spray us to death, and we do the same; the vicious cycle continues. What is the real solution, I wonder. I'm sorry I've been talking on a tangent. I liked the poem very much, and it expressed many things I've wanted to say.

Posted: Jul 27, 2008

Oh AT...sometimes nurturing a wheat stalk doesn't bring about a wheat stalk...(my oldest son). *shrugs

You've used to-die-for imagery.
Your pen, a weapon.

Hm. I just thought after re-reading this, what if the farmer were to get down on his knees and pick each weed individually rather than a mass pesticide. That's bothersome I suppose.

and the man who shares my abode (or I his?)....what a creative line Anna Therese. Selfish line in a very selfish poem. (you know what I mean, i don't think of you as selfish).

now as i sit here pondering, i can't help but wonder if this Message On Hold is actually about a narcisistic population within a bottle and the lid is screwed on too tightly. people start climbing ontop of each other for air, but the air is full of pesticide.

Well, lookit me, I've just come full circle. ha!

Great poem AT. I ALWAYS feel like I should listen when you speak. That's a good thing, in my eyes.

Posted: Jul 27, 2008

This is great. Awesome use of the quote. BTW, it's from the song "Hands" by Jewel. I'm so glad to read it! Great job!

Posted: Jul 28, 2008

Isn't it amazing that when you learn a word, you see it all the time. I too just saw raison d'etre somewhere and have now seen it a couple of times. This was a very interesting poem. I read it a few times. I like the words you used and the end with the (poor, rich, rich poor, religion, politics, etc.) it is so true and you do end up hopeless sometimes, Great Job, Ted

Posted: Jul 28, 2008

humm..an interesting thoughtful piece. It suggests to me that we should all take a little time out each day and just sit in silence. After all what is world? What is place? I think we have to be okay with ourselves first.
I love the poetry as always

Posted: Jul 31, 2008

Dear ANNA,
This is not only a BRILLIANT MASTERPIECE but also has managed to raise so many questions in each one of our minds - some with answers and some without answers...what to do, where to go for peace??

Where is peace? Where is that world where 'we all r okay'??

I feel so sad for our next generation...what kind of world are we leaving them to live or should i say 'survive' like Darwin's theory - "Survival of the fittest."....Again who is the "FITTEST"?

Poor kids never could imagine how innocent our childhood was ....and theirs' is LOST amongst these constant threats....and pressures from all of us....

I WISH I COULD DO SOMETHING...i GUESS I SHOULD START WITH KRIISH....AND AS A MOTHER I WOULD EVERYTHING POSSIBLE FROM MY SIDE .....
i hope things would change when the WOMAN of the house takes charge....

lol...i hope ur head is not reeling....look at me - one chatterbox

Posted: Aug 11, 2008

Being okay with myself is the hardest thing. I can be okay with other people, and other people's problems, their tics.... I have to be comfortable in my own skin.

MA

Posted: Aug 26, 2008