Five Degrees to Separation (poem) by Janet P Caldwell on AuthorsDen

Five Degrees to Separation
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My way of coping...also the inspiration for the title to my book.
Read 'The Day Before'* found in (articles)* Five Degrees to Separation I learned to count early Read the Bible too Wrath, punishment Seemed no absolution Separate at five In the morning When I was defiled Five screams a minute Five shiny points from The glass shards Five fingers, to check off As I calculate In five minutes I’m clean And new Separated by five degrees Five from what I don’t want To remember, anything green Black or brown Make it easier Five letters/numbers are my friends The ceiling fan: wood, glass White, brown, brass, Another set of quints A quick escape When I should need one My rabbit hole with Backdoors aplenty Five senses all shut down I’ve got good and can count Before what might happen Safe in numbers, hidden When I separate from myself Janet Caldwell Nov. 4, 2002 Good luck Jane!

Reviewed by Sandi Schraut

Reviewed on November 9, 2002

Never had this comfort but am glad it comforts you, the poem is very very good!!!! ((Jan)) Sandi

Reviewed by Roger Vizi

Wonderful poem, Janet. I can see why AuthorsDen selected you to be their first published author.
Best wishes with your book as well, and I can see why you decided to call it Five Degrees to Seperation

Reviewed by Terry McDermott (Reader)

Excellnt as always.

Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)

Excellent poem, Janet. Counting to five to forget the living nightmare around you. Great images. Love, Alex

Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)

Janet..so much said here. Excellent. Just excellent!

Reviewed by Ian Thorpe

My darling this is absolutely, stunningly (sickeningly for some people who can never reach so high) brilliant!!!!!!
True rating 110/10
love you,
Ian

Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci

Janet,
You are always right on with your writes!
This grabbed a hold of me, and made me sit up straight...
"The ceiling fan: wood, glass

White, brown, brass,

Another set of quints

A quick escape

When I should need one"

All I can say is,
Bang-you nailed it!!!

Hugs, Light and Love,
Maria
xoxoxox

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

wow!!! a powerful write, janet; good write! love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)

Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)

Powerfully written, powerful impact...

Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)

swept up in the momentum of this piece...astounding movement...almost breakneck....god bless...**Mari**

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

The power in your words makes the pain in your heart all so felt~
Love and Blessings,
Teri

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

I believe some of us write because we've been seperated from ourselves for so long that we forgot how to get back. Or, maybe we don't want too. Either way, this is a great write as you always do,,but it sure is painful! Lisa

Reviewed by Victoria Murray

Another excellent write, Janet!

Hugs,

Victoria

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Janet, you know I love you but I can hardly stand to read you sometimes, you are in touch with your very core and it touches mine. Would be a very great honor for me to ever write with you. Read a great line yesterday from another poet I admire immensely, in regard to pain "When will the heart have made it's final harvest?" I wonder.

Reviewed by Ronald Dondiego

Your choice of words is always so excellent -great write as always. Ron

Reviewed by TOMSDATTAR

excellent

Reviewed by Dee C.

Reviewed on November 8, 2002

The power in this is dynamic! ~ Dee

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Eileen can punch me..hee, hee...
Great write
I'm always clean....

Reviewed by jing javier

nice inspirations, ms. janet.

=)

Reviewed by E T Waldron