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A Cautious Verdict by Barbara Kasey Smith Tuesday, December 12, 2006 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Jonathan's boat-lights fade out of sight, noxious fumes fuse with the darkness. I'm sinking into the soft muck... want to gain a grip or I'll slide. Gooseflesh runs along my spine. Dad warned me never to go near the water. Disputes over Dad...robbed our affections, reducing me to a scab... itchy and crusted over. An urge to leap into the lake, soften the hardness but, Dad's loss weighs on me. He warned me never go near the water. A light wind triggers a decision... my deteriorating grip becomes a tighter clutch and caution rules the verdict. I gather my hurts and madness, put them away to ripen and to mend, I kept my promise and didn't go near the water.
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Reviewed by Ted Bossis	6/12/2007

YOU WERE ALWAYS A WORK IN PROGRESS - MOMENT BY MOMENT ---Ted




Reviewed by Richard Orey	2/2/2007

Barbara, you've brought to mind the load we all carry, whether out of habit or respect. I hope you'll continue to find the time to write. May I quote myself: "What I focus upon becomes reality. I have the power to choose." Love to you, Richard




Reviewed by Robert Harrison	1/8/2007

A wise decison and a heart felt poem.