Saturday, November 26, 2005

In My Own Words Comments

Rating: 4.8

There was a time when words did not matter
save for verbs – run, jump, stop, go…
or adjectives – hot, cool, SO mortifying.
Words snuck up like accidents,
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Lori Boulard
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Roseann Shawiak 16 October 2013

Awesome poem Lori. Write about this subject also, sometimes especially as I grow older. Husband has early onset dementia and I often write poetry wondering if he'll remember me in the future. It's a sad and disheartening subject, but it's a part of life nonetheless. Love your poetry, thank you for sharing. Will read more of your poetry as time permits if that's okay with you. RoseAnn

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Ernestine Northover 01 January 2006

I remember reading this Lori, and gave you a comment. Yes I loved this one, a beautiful write. I always find reading or writing about this subject can be very saddening and can be quite eerie. thanks for reading mine. I appreciate your finding the time. Bless you. Nice to have our name on the poem list again. Love Ernestine XXX

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Simon Whild 03 December 2005

A scary poem for all those, like us, who fear losing the power of words. Very poignant and very close to home.

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Ivy Christou 26 November 2005

oh my.. Lori this is such a touching poem.. I hope that neither of us reach the point were words will mean the world to us.. stunning work! HBH

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Ernestine Northover 26 November 2005

Oh Lori what a sad thought, I hope this never happens to you or me! You've told it so well in this one, and it really makes one think, even if we don't want to. Very worth reading. Love Ernestine XXX

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