Monday, April 25, 2011

From the War Zone






Little Acts of Sedition

Little acts of sedition
are my sanity
or spawned perhaps
by my insanity

Little acts go unnoticed
I flush with excitement
a way to be about danger
not the one waiting

I need the warmth 
running through my veins
from playing little games
harmless I promise

Little acts of sedition
living in a war zone
no chance of escape
no way out

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7 comments:

  1. MaryApril 25, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    I hear you, Willow! I understand.

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  2. LynneApril 25, 2011 at 11:06 PM

    Wow! This is so very strong, Willow, overwhelmingly so actually. Here's to those little acts of sedition.

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  3. Judy RoneyApril 26, 2011 at 4:58 AM

    This is stunning, Willow. I have never heard of this before (acts of sedition) but you present it well. Having control in a life where you don't have any is something to think about.

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  4. Isabel DoyleApril 26, 2011 at 6:08 AM

    I like the ideas in this poem very much - I wonder if you could tighten it up a little? keep the first and last stanzas but harden-up the middle? just a suggestion

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  5. The PoetOctober 9, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    Hello.
    Your last stanza speaks volumes.

    Thanks for sharing & visiting. Much appreciated.

    Woman As My Friend And Lover

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  6. gautami tripathyOctober 9, 2011 at 10:01 AM

    That last stanza speaks to me..

    jumpstart

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  7. HazelOctober 9, 2011 at 10:51 PM

    "Acts of sedition" I haven't been near the idea or something similar since the 'history of revolution 101.' I like this.

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