Childish No More




Congratulations
On reducing me... to you
And I was too blind to see
The monster you've made of me
I am ashamed of my childish actions
So I stand tall against your efforts
To turn me into the very thing I hate

Dana



~ Written for dVerse Poets. Picture by: SueAnn @ http://wwwsueann.blogspot.com/
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19 comments:

  1. oy, it is interesting the feelings this is generating in people...yikes on the reducing..and being reduced as well to their level...the monster....

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  2. Hard to be placed as less than we are by someone trying to browbeat us into submission and suppressing us but, eventually, the worm does turn. Good for them I say :)

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  3. Wow ... like that last line especially...

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  4. I feel this coming from somewhere other than the picture... The expression is very much alive.

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  5. Dark and chilling...excellent take on being reduced and made to his kind ~

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  6. Wow, what a horrid thing....to be turned into what one hates. Your poem really portrayed intense feelings well.

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  7. A truth that hits one hard. You protrayed it well. Most excellente!

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  8. Really packs a punch, Dana. Very strong ending.

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  9. Yikes, a powder keg of emotion, very well done!

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  10. A hitting response. The "reduced" matches the picture perfectly.

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  11. Powerful writing - you grappled with a difficult idea most skilfully

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  12. Ouch. But I hear the hope, the recovery and almost see the bush blossoming in the coming Spring. Nicely done

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  13. short and precise. strong writing, hope you still stand your ground and flourish again...

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  14. Dana--this is so strong. Please bloom again... Really liked this!

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  15. I have faced these dilemmas my whole life. If there is a true north in one's life, it has always seemed to me that I must face that way and continue no matter how many want to knock me off course. Any other direction is untrue and for me unsafe! Tight verse, and well constructed.

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  16. Thank goodness for self realisation. Very hopeful poem Dana. Love it.

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  17. What an interesting (and sad) reaction the image brought to you. To be reduced, like the tree, into something “other” than one was or wants to be. But there is a sign of hope—a standing up against those that hurt us. Thanks for sharing this.

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