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Nothing Happened Here

Windowless space screams
Feet spasm in betrayal
It's too late to change his fate
                                Chair pushed to the side
                                Life tossed away in the trash
                                If only the rope could talk...                   



for Rick's Contest "A Chair On A Shadowy Room"

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Daver Austin

December 14, 2011 at 2:57 PM

I'm glad you told us nothing happened. My neck was feeling the fatal pull. Outstanding! Congrats on the selection. daver

Carol Sunshine Brown

December 12, 2011 at 7:45 AM

Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Iolanda. A well deserved feature. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich

July 10, 2011 at 1:10 AM

Rereading this one too, which I also loved. Sorry I am not finding one of yours I've not seen before. mY back is starting to kill me so I really need to get to bed. Luv, Andrea

Wilma Neels

June 15, 2011 at 2:14 PM

Wow, I love this Iolanda, you say so much with a few lines.. Love it and congratulations on your win.. Btw I could organise someone to iron your sheets ;) thanks for the comment you made me smile, love you Wilma

Dr.Ram Mehta

June 12, 2011 at 2:04 PM

Thanks for your appreciation and comments on my poem Iris. Yes, it was a pleasure to read the poem to a largen audience of Iasi. I did visit very many places in Maldova area including that famous Dracula Palace. Soup Mail!!!!.

Carol Sunshine Brown

June 9, 2011 at 10:22 AM

Congratulations on a well deserved win in ^Rick Parise's "Chair In A Shadowed Room" contest Iolanda. Love, Carol

Joe Maverick

June 8, 2011 at 1:52 PM

Good to see this write has been awarded a winning placement Iolanda...

Robert A. Dufresne

June 8, 2011 at 4:12 AM

Oh magosh! Youve got a whole epic going here in this little poem!... a tragedy at that. Whew... this one gets a whole array of feelings and imagination going, Iolanda. The story begs to be heard and fathomed. No wonder its a winner. Congrats to you

Andrea Dietrich

June 7, 2011 at 8:32 PM

Iolanda, yours here was one of favorites. Congrats. Wish it had scored higher. by the way, I loved the article you wrote on empty nesters.I LOVED getting an empty nest. well, it said i had to join up in order to make a comment but I did not want to join. Just wanted you to know I read it. lUv, Andrea

Dr.Ram Mehta

June 7, 2011 at 6:46 PM

My congratulations on the win in the contest of rick, iolanda

Andrea Dietrich

June 6, 2011 at 10:43 PM

Wow, you are coming up with amazing dark stuff lately. I love this one. And the title, wow! How fun, those jeans I wrote of long disappeared. I wish I knew what happened to them! They were always so nice to have around. oh, I saw you wanted me at Linkeden. Gosh, I don't even use that anymore and I forgot my password to let you connect with me there!goodnight now, Finally can get off here and watch Bachelor!