Sewn Into the Sky
Viewing comments for Chapter 3 "The Skeleton's Puppet"Collection of Free Style Poetry
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Comment from kmoss
Is this about the nightmare of icing your pain, physical or emotional, and the struggle to be "normal" without stuff ice? Like Metallica's song Master of Puppets, the meaning behind that song is addictions pulling their strings, controlling them. Your clever line: skeleton puppets plucking strings. Am I close? Sorry for pulling up an old one! When I find someone's writing that I like, I like to take a random scroll every now and again! I hope that's ok! :)
reply by the author on 16-Feb-2021
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Is this about the nightmare of icing your pain, physical or emotional, and the struggle to be "normal" without stuff ice? Like Metallica's song Master of Puppets, the meaning behind that song is addictions pulling their strings, controlling them. Your clever line: skeleton puppets plucking strings. Am I close? Sorry for pulling up an old one! When I find someone's writing that I like, I like to take a random scroll every now and again! I hope that's ok! :)
Comment Written 15-Feb-2021
reply by the author on 16-Feb-2021
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Are you joking, that's GREAT. Thank you so so much. That means a lot.
The fifty or so that Rama (do you know her) edited and compiled are mostly offline now.
But you are SPOT ON. Really. Thank you. It was a rough road. I'm still on it, but those were the withdrawal days.
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Of course not joking. It's like the song Master of Puppets, but BETTER! Better than Metallica, hard to beat! :)
Comment from GE Parson
Yes my Baptist Brother, I'm sure curios about the story behind your write.
I understand the line[I think] "death is but a tease under the ice" meaning you are icing down your pain, but it's not helping a great deal and you feel like death would be a relief. Am I close?
Your Bro. Jerry
reply by the author on 28-Jun-2013
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Yes my Baptist Brother, I'm sure curios about the story behind your write.
I understand the line[I think] "death is but a tease under the ice" meaning you are icing down your pain, but it's not helping a great deal and you feel like death would be a relief. Am I close?
Your Bro. Jerry
Comment Written 28-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 28-Jun-2013
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You are Very close. Ill share what I wrote in the notes the first night ;)
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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Thank you, I'm honored that you would share i with me. I'm on meds for various things ad I get tired of taking them and jut rebel every ones awhile. My wife tells my nurse daughter who informs me [in her most nurse
authoritative voice] that if I just quit I'll mess my self up real bad.
Well I am very sorry for your pain, and I've got you on my prayer list. Expect to see a big improvement in next few days ahead.
"Father I lay hands on my Brother who you know is in great pain 24/7, and we are agreeing together with thanksgiving for his complete healing of this bodily infirmity.
According to your will we pray -in your Son's name. So be it.
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You brought tears to my eyes. Thank you my friend. And I hope you feel better, need less meds. I pray for that too. Truly I cannot say how much your message, your prayer has touched me.
Comment from Jean Lutz
Yes. I am interested in knowing the story behind this. For me it speaks of one who allowed another to pull their strings and came to a no-good end.
reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013
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Yes. I am interested in knowing the story behind this. For me it speaks of one who allowed another to pull their strings and came to a no-good end.
Comment Written 23-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013
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Okay! Ill share with you the notes I had up the first night, between us.
I just didn't want people to like it because of what it was about only, ya know? Like a sob story, etc.
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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I've never checked it out but I have heard the root word for pharmaceutical and sorcery is the same.
May you be fully healed.
Comment from MoonMuse
This is so interesting. The imagery is tangible. I'm not sure what the inspiration for this poem might be, but the pain, the 'fire ants feast on itchy flesh' and near delusion remind me of something an addict would go through during detox. It's just really agonizing and powerful. Really captivating - although I do feel itchy now. Thanks! :D
reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013
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This is so interesting. The imagery is tangible. I'm not sure what the inspiration for this poem might be, but the pain, the 'fire ants feast on itchy flesh' and near delusion remind me of something an addict would go through during detox. It's just really agonizing and powerful. Really captivating - although I do feel itchy now. Thanks! :D
Comment Written 22-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013
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You're Absolutely spot on. Very very insightful. Wonderful take! Yes it is about that. Here is what I wrote in the notes the first night...and thank you so very much for the review and for reading, really...you're incredibly insightful...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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What a terrible thing to have to go through! I'm really, really glad you're okay now though. That goes to show how well you expressed those feelings and the pain you had to endure. That is such a terrible experience, but you really did write it beautifully. :)
Comment from Dawn Munro
Oh, what awful suffering! This sounds like a nightmare, though you are not asleep. Once again, it's an intense and powerful poem you've penned. Nicely done!
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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Oh, what awful suffering! This sounds like a nightmare, though you are not asleep. Once again, it's an intense and powerful poem you've penned. Nicely done!
Comment Written 22-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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Thank you. It is about an awful medicine I decided to go off. Not mentally dependent at all, but rather physically. The withdrawal from it was unexpected and has been horrible. Hopefully past the worst though. Thank you for the kind words.
Comment from The Death
What an intense emotional description of an ailing body in despair,confronted to a disappointing triumph of the odds and the lowered spirit.
You bring about the pain in crisp words,sharp images and vivid flow.
Good work!
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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What an intense emotional description of an ailing body in despair,confronted to a disappointing triumph of the odds and the lowered spirit.
You bring about the pain in crisp words,sharp images and vivid flow.
Good work!
Comment Written 22-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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Thank you so very much. This was tough to write, the pain was really bad, is really bad. But getting better. Thank you again, truly. You're very kind.
Comment from Gungalo
Addiction is a monster of a thing that we cannot fight alone. It is tough. Your fight against this was truly an admirable one and may not be over yet. Hang tough guy.
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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Addiction is a monster of a thing that we cannot fight alone. It is tough. Your fight against this was truly an admirable one and may not be over yet. Hang tough guy.
Comment Written 22-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 22-Jun-2013
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Thanks for the encouraging words. Its just physical dependence, not mental, thank goodness. The physical part is Awful though. The worst is over I think but should be another month or so of this. Didn't realize medicine coud do that. Such pain. Thank you so much again.
Guy...;)
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The worst is over my friend.
Comment from ravenblack
You communicate withdrawl so effectively. I am especially impressed with your concrete examples of how it warps the senses in " crunchy lettuce snaps so loud at night/ my scalp bites at every follicle/ fire ants feast on itchy flesh. It is a good thing you cut those strings before you became a puppet to the drugs.
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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You communicate withdrawl so effectively. I am especially impressed with your concrete examples of how it warps the senses in " crunchy lettuce snaps so loud at night/ my scalp bites at every follicle/ fire ants feast on itchy flesh. It is a good thing you cut those strings before you became a puppet to the drugs.
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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Thank you for the review. I totally agree. I didn't like depending on something like that. It was awful. Getting better now. Maybe another month of pain i suppose. I truly thank you for reading though and for the warm thoughts.
Comment from adewpearl
vivid and stark detail of the symptoms the speaker is suffering - this is intense and emotionally gripping
strong verbs add to the intensity
vices lock onto each muscle - vises
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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vivid and stark detail of the symptoms the speaker is suffering - this is intense and emotionally gripping
strong verbs add to the intensity
vices lock onto each muscle - vises
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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GREAT CATCH. You're fantastic. No idea how one person knows so much. Thank you for catching that. If you're ever interested, this was what I had in my notes until I took them off the following day...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
Truly truly thank you
Comment from alexgeorge
I hope this doesn't have to do with the sickness you mentioned. I've read the author's note and I'm worried.
This poem makes me feel as though the poet is conveying the feelings one has when feeling ill: 'plastic skin, arms ripping, flamed back, snow belly, toes breaking, loud snaps at night, scalp bites, itchy flesh, pray legs to rest, sweaty muscle, skeleton fingers, maniac, quivering eyelids, warped vision, lack, death'. I feel your pain.
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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I hope this doesn't have to do with the sickness you mentioned. I've read the author's note and I'm worried.
This poem makes me feel as though the poet is conveying the feelings one has when feeling ill: 'plastic skin, arms ripping, flamed back, snow belly, toes breaking, loud snaps at night, scalp bites, itchy flesh, pray legs to rest, sweaty muscle, skeleton fingers, maniac, quivering eyelids, warped vision, lack, death'. I feel your pain.
Comment Written 21-Jun-2013
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2013
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You're right. It is unfortunately. Youre always so insightful. Ill share what I had in the notes when I first posted it...
I had a severe accident a while back which some of you know. Within A Few Letters touches on that at the end. Anyway, the doctors had me on all sorts of medication, that I definitely needed at the time, until I just up and decided to get off them due to the way they seemed to "numb" everything, my senses. The pain of my injury is nothing compared to the feeling of getting that medication out of your body though. I had no idea such a thing could happen. It is a pain, no not a pain, that's too easy. It is an immensely powerful, immensely agonizing feeling of defeat and despair, but in physical form. There are literally no words to describe it, nor will there ever be. This poem is a mere pin prick into the agony of what this really is. I hope it's okay to share...
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Of course it's ok to share. That's what were here for --friends. Medication. Woe unto the person who has need of them. I hope you recovered fully.