Treatise on Waking by Alison Storm Wolf

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		Date Added: December 14, 2009 15:12:25	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Treatise on Waking

Slipping silently into a new day
thoughts cling like limpets;
Contained in this flesh prison
confined, while seeking freedom.
Guilty as sin for everything
I did or did not do.
And no respite from the questions;
‘What if’s’ are as
myriad and fathomless
as the dreams just endured…
But today is here
and so I rise.

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	Comment By: David Turner on December 15, 2009 05:44:10 PM	Report
	Hi Alison- it's terrible really - everything than any of us can think of saying is a waste of ink because Old Bill has said it already! O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. David Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Tanya Harrison on December 15, 2009 04:58:24 PM	Report
	What ever happens in our flesh prison, we must always rise for our day. Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading your poem. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Roger Bacon on December 15, 2009 03:28:27 PM	Report
	I think the 'what if's' in life rank right up there with the 'somedays'. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: She Whispers on December 15, 2009 12:53:38 AM	Report
	Your incrediable!!! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Mujtaba H Zaidi on December 15, 2009 12:25:03 AM	Report
	Lovely lovely feelings, sweet sweet perception, gorgeous imagination dear Alison! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: CeeCee on December 14, 2009 09:52:47 PM	Report
	Nicely done, Ali x....so much is given to the reader to reflect upon within this well written and concise piece. Perhaps it is the rising each day that saves us. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Mary Lou Allen on December 14, 2009 04:44:45 PM	Report
	Regardless of it all, today is here and so we rise, faithful to the task before us. Perhaps, sometimes, we don't give ourselves nearly enough credit for that. Well done, Ali. ML Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Andrew on December 14, 2009 04:02:04 PM	Report
	damn those "what if's" - not to mention the "woulda-coulda-shouldas" of our lives. I love the way that you've expressed things in this piece - deep, but not to complex - ...and no respite from the questions - so true, so tru. well done! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Barbara Demasson on December 14, 2009 03:28:16 PM	Report
	Artists in particular are victims of emotion....few can settle the endless array to thoughts and questions that pass through fertile minds. The 'what ifs' are particularly difficult...fathomless indeed...and torturous too most times. You say so much with so few lines here Ali...I appreciate that...we rise each day and do it all over again...always seeking for balance in all things. I really feel this piece of work deeply. Wonderful! ~Barbara~ Respond To This Comment