A poem written when I was very ill in 2004-2005 with liver disease.

I see through my eyes of ochre, impure.
Scattered thoughts, memory loss.
Weak in body, not in nature.
Nauseous, not dead.
Jaundiced orbs and canary skin.

You, robust and seemingly healthy yet so afraid of the truth.
The guarded secrets, why?
Afraid that I’ll tell?
I’ve kept them all, though
he’s a master liar.

Once we seemed inseparable.
Til the ass-e-tone came to town,
we stuck like glue.
A little dab’ll do ya...break away.
Confounded?

Tell me another.

(c)Janet Caldwell Sept./2005-2006


Prior Reviews:


Reviewed by Regis (Reg) Auffray 7/9/2005

Honest and true - stark reality well expressed and shared. Thank you, Janny. Love, peace, and strength to you. Regis




Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) 10/26/2004

so well crafted.




Reviewed by Tova Gabrielle 10/20/2004

didn't get ass-e-tone. liked ochre, memory loss, weak in body, not in nature. loved nauseous, not dead. interesting canary skin. lost me on the last line second stanza. i was pulled in till then. by the self-description.




Reviewed by Regina Pounds 10/18/2004

Jan, as incisive as ever...sharp writing

Gina




Reviewed by mz kimi 9/18/2004

ahhhh! what a woman you are!




Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger 9/16/2004

J.C., I want you to know, unfortunately I cannot and have not been able to track any of my favorite Poets, since I’ve joined AD. Needless to say, sometimes it’s very frustrating. I apologize for not making it back sooner. You have such an inimitable ability to cut through the B.S. and weave creative words and phrases, which can easily make or break someone in half. It is no wonder I have enjoyed reading your thought-provoking work. Your Den and enduring poetry gives one the inspiration and tools needed to confront and conquer so many hurdles, while continuing to forge ahead through the quagmire of life. Thank you for sharing your remarkable talent and outstanding compositions. Take care and be well.




Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga 9/13/2004

Dear Janet,

Great write and very expressive.

warm hugs
Elga




Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick 9/12/2004

Reminds me of my life!
Just on my wavelength. :)






Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader) 9/10/2004

straight up & straight to the heart of the matter...I have missed your poetry, girl...

feeling this...
love&light,
**Mari**




Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 9/9/2004

Excellent poem, and read well




Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 9/9/2004

you bring so much to the table!!!
love your style




Reviewed by Prometheus Media 9/8/2004

nice peotry.
SG




Reviewed by Bob Holt 9/7/2004

Sometimes we're weak, but the remaining brain cells are still functioning. Well said. Don't listen to the garbage any more.

Bob H




Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii) 9/7/2004

ASA Caldwell. (Awesome as always!)




Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 9/6/2004

Weird Scary Nightmare Gone Wrong!

TRASK




Reviewed by Ian Thorpe 9/6/2004

Pppppphhhhthufferin' ppppphhhhhthanthath, my pppptttthhhweetie is turning into a canary. Good job my name ith not ppppptttthhhhhhilvethter.
Time I started working for you honey, magic potions, secret incantations and lots of tlc. Oh - and if anyone pisses you off I'll turn him into a newt O.K.?
Liked the poem a lot though.
love
me




Reviewed by Southern Horizons 9/6/2004

Janet, you so quietly crucify them! And done it with expertise!
Good job!

Lisa




Reviewed by Dawn Richerson 9/5/2004

cuts right to the core, Janet, as does so much of your work. prayers and best wishes for you. Dawn




Reviewed by Lori Moore 9/5/2004

Nice write.




Reviewed by Kate Clifford 9/5/2004

Secretive people tend to have a lot to hide. Great write.




Reviewed by C. J. Stevens 9/5/2004

Not since Sylvia Plath have I been captured so completely.




Reviewed by Karen Vidra , The Texas Tornado 9/5/2004

Rant on, baby gurl; it'll do ya good! Well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burlyville (Burleson), Karen Lynn. :(




Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 9/5/2004

(((janet)))

powerfully, vividly expressed rant. :) ass-e-tone LOL love it

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

keep writing--




Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader) 9/5/2004

I guess we women have all, at one time or another,
came up against an ass-e-tone. I hope your manic
mode takes over soon, and you laugh at him bigtime!




Reviewed by Mary Rose 9/5/2004

Relationships can definitely take their toll. Thanks for sharing this one.

M.Rose




Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop 9/5/2004






Reviewed by Ronald Hull 9/5/2004

Tell me another lie, before, from this hepititus-c you gave me, I die.




Reviewed by Nordette Adams 9/5/2004

Once we seemed inseparable.
Til the ass-e-tone came to town,
we stuck like glue.
A little dab’ll do ya...break away.
Confounded? I'll bet ya are.

Good and caustic. Great play on words, Janet. I knew this fellow.




Reviewed by E T Waldron 9/5/2004

Janet tears for the truth! Another great poem
written in your unique always fantastic dynamic style!




Reviewed by Lenore Cabot (Reader) 9/5/2004

This is a fantastic write of love gone awry because of lying. A person like that never gets away with lying because it shows on the face as well as in the heart which comes out of the mouth. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Lenore




Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 9/5/2004

I see through my eyes of ochre, impure.
Scattered thoughts, memory loss.
Weak in body, not in nature.
Nauseous, not dead.
Jaundiced orbs and canary skin.

But you, so afraid of the truth.
The guarded secrets, why?
Afraid that I’ll tell?
I’ve kept them all, though
he’s a master liar.

Once we seemed inseparable.
Til the ass-e-tone came to town,
we stuck like glue.
A little dab’ll do ya...break away.
Confounded?

Tell me another...

Janet....what a write...its always a joy to read you my friend....this one is bit painful but classic as usual from you....love n luck....BHUWAN




Reviewed by Phillip William Allen 9/5/2004

Loved the way you used ass-e-tone (Acetone) a known solvent in this one. I feel bad for your feelings though, if it's a real life representation.