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Published: 2002-12-14 07:16:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 91; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 7
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Description Punishment

Wasting away,
Becoming barren as the icy tundra.
Where life might one day grow,
Mildew spreads, mold grows,
Rotting away what little breath
Might yet flow there.

What plan is this?

In a barren desert,
The cactus thrives.
Why will no cacti grow here?
Perhaps this place is too harsh.
Perhaps the environment is not fertile,
its soil not rich enough.
Can it be fertilized?
My fear is no.
Nothing will grow here.
The planters have been punished.
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Comments: 5

booga [2002-12-14 17:24:12 +0000 UTC]

i know hun it will be ok. this is a good poem. you can feel your concerns and stresses in your words.

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chasingcomets [2002-12-14 16:23:40 +0000 UTC]

I'm glad. Not that you have the same problem, but that my message was conveyed. That's exactly my fear.

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ydd [2002-12-14 07:33:19 +0000 UTC]

The general idea i felt was... the fear of being unable to conceive a child.

I myself am Male... but ive had complications with various parts of my... anatomy, if you will. I've had quite an abject fear of being sterile. (This is when most people go "wow... a guy who is actually concerned with becoming a father?")

so maybe I was sort of transfering my own fears into the poem =d

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chasingcomets [2002-12-14 07:24:09 +0000 UTC]

Out of curiousity, what is the image you get?

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ydd [2002-12-14 07:22:23 +0000 UTC]

I think this paints a very clear picture... perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe it's just what I make of it regardless if I have the "correct" image, it still stirs alot of feelings and ideas. I like it much.

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