bellyflopped

bellyflopped

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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random thought bubbles under water

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we all have compartments.

it's what we keep in them
that determines
who we are.





chlorine
stings my eyes
memories
sear my heart ,
stuck between
past and present,
bellyflopped
directly
into my
dread.



if I could tell you
then it wouldn't
be mine
anymore.







© 2018 Lyn Anderson


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I like it! We all have compartments it is what we keep in them that determines who we are... I like the way chlorine and memories are written in the middle of the poem. It is like you had them in the compartment.


Posted 9 Years Ago


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Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

That was the idea, thank you.

There are parts of us that no one... not even our closest friends or family... ever sees and like you say they are the only parts that are truly ours. I think that almost every other part is just a movie we play for our audience, ever changing and adapting... love, love the sequel, marriage, kid 1, kid 2, divorce and maybe marriage the sequel... on and on. We act in them but they are scenes we play with others and for others. Our real selves we keep in a box, protected, safe from flops... belly and otherwise. Sorry, I'll shut up--this one sparked something in my mind. I enjoyed it very much, KL Great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Wow. I am honoured.
We either sink or swim with who we are. Our past doesn't always determine our future, though to live in it means it's harder to get out of it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Yes, living in the past can ruin our future.
We must learn to swim the ocean of life or drown in the currents of reality.
Nice piece of writing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I have been busy and absent. I will visit when I can.
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ron
Profound and heart wrenching. Sometimes it hard to visit those compartments. I always love you poems KL.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Aww thanks Ron. I promise to visit as soon as I can.
ron

9 Years Ago

You are most welcome KL. I know your busy so no rush :)
oh you are the elusive wounded butterfly! ... such a powerful thing to be able to keep some things to ourselves .. you are writing with ferocious focus i think .. center stage your metaphor burns me all over .. and then you top it with the closing verse .. thats what i think .. brilliant .. one of your best for me
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I truly feel honoured.

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Added on March 3, 2015
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Lyn Anderson
Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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