My definition [of a philosopher] is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down. Louisa May Alcott
Rubber Neck
Start my existence on the factory floor
Counted and boxed and shoved out the door
In a bag with my comrades, I'm hung on a peg
Deflated and lifeless, for air we now beg
Here we're trapped in our prison, and wait for the day
For the breath of life that takes slackness away
As we lay here so helpless, all head and a neck
And ponder the future, and sit and reflect
Will we go to a party, a park or a fair?
Will our diet be helium, water or air?
This waiting seems endless, please purchase us soon
The agony and ecstasy of a big blue balloon
Anita
9/16/99
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Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2003
Loved this, superb in its flow and the picture it paints, well done Anita, a great read from an excellent write...take care, Mark xx
Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi (Reader)
Reviewed on August 17, 2003
Anita, this poem is very refreshing. I love the way you sipped it up in the last line..
Missed you here!
The story of Ron Hull, paralyzed in a surgical accident back in the dreaded polio epidemic days, was able to overcome most of the stigma and stereotypes and "pass for normal" for 30 years. As Ron's paralysis increased gradually through the next 20
The story of Ron Hull, paralyzed in a surgical accident back in the dreaded polio epidemic days, was able to overcome most of the stigma and stereotypes and "pass for normal" for 30 years. As Ron's paralysis increased gradually through the next 20
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