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In The Chill Of An Open Door

Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought that often tracks me down in a beam of light--- Today it streams through a window, where everything seems marred, by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf. Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now, and many times that I've knelt on a floor, to clean up my messes,... praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness... and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears Raising a young family...a life so demanding... Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin... My father and husband caught between... It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough... The time took a toll....why did it seem cold as the ice? Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?... A little while longer.... I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame? Is it only the chill of the open fridge door? Or is it more?... So much more? Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door".......... did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough? Did I do all I could? All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be? Was I tough enough to watch someone linger, lingering on, I ponder it now... Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,.... Now looking back.... black fades to gray.. but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today A little while longer..... I could have been stronger.... _________________________________________________________

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 3/1/2013 1:28:00 PM
I love this, nicely done. I have a lot of thought like this at times ;} going to fav's !!!
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Date: 3/1/2013 8:21:00 AM
Impressive poem!! May your pen keep rolling!!
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Date: 2/19/2013 3:59:00 PM
Carrie, love your poem, a could have thought... love your winning poem~ LINDA
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Date: 2/19/2013 8:33:00 AM
Enjoy another top placement recognizing your work. RAY
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Date: 2/19/2013 7:12:00 AM
Congrats on your 1st place win. Well deserve Carrie. Warm Smiles, Connie
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Date: 2/18/2013 8:09:00 PM
wow! Carrie!! congrats on well deserved top placement!!!!!~sashi
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Date: 2/18/2013 6:31:00 PM
WOW! Carrie, this is an exceptional write! So emotive. Congrats on your well deserved 1st place win! Going in my favs. Love, Kim
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Date: 2/18/2013 5:27:00 PM
thats phenomenol, what a heart-wrenching write, congrats on the win
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Date: 2/18/2013 4:42:00 PM
awesome write...congrats
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Date: 2/18/2013 4:25:00 PM
I didn't know this was for a contest, congratulations on a well deserved win.
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Date: 2/18/2013 4:23:00 PM
Straight to my favorities! This is a stunning piece of writing, it grabbed and held me and left me wanting more. What more can a person ask for? a piece of art.
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Date: 2/18/2013 3:38:00 PM
Thisn is an exceptional poem, touches my heart.. dug up my own regrets...So well deserving of Ist Place! Wonderfully written! Love, Annalise
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Date: 2/18/2013 3:18:00 PM
So sad..whether a husband or a child still sad! Congrad's on your win. Light & Love
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Date: 2/18/2013 1:33:00 PM
- A worthy poem that deserved its first place in the contest, hooray for you Carrie .... congratulations!! - Have a nice new week, it's yours! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 2/18/2013 6:53:00 AM
You misted my eyes with your profound poetry.When it comes to.those we love most we always feel we owe them more dont we..This beauty goes tmfv
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Date: 2/18/2013 1:51:00 AM
Carrie congratulations for an outstanding write, it is a very well deserved win, very moving and I love the rhyme scheme...David
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Date: 2/17/2013 7:28:00 PM
I hope you know you are not alone in your questioning yourself...pain and troubles become lighter when you know they are shared by many...blessings..
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Date: 2/16/2013 9:14:00 AM
This one touches. Those who do the most are often their own harshest critics. I always thought I did too little for my Dad but we had our times before he passed.
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Date: 2/16/2013 5:43:00 AM
Carrie, this poem is raw with emotion, the questions you dwell on, I have also asked and felt over and over, yes, I could have been stronger, but I did my best and I am sure you did also, best of luck in the contest with this incredible poetry, constance
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