Anchorage

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At times I feel I’m left behind,
Farther away than time can bind-
A gone era to be read about;
Of glorious past, struggles n my fallout!

I’m now trying to bring in some order,
From where I’d become a recluse at border-
Nothing seemed to be working out;
It made a perfect sense to keep out!

A chain of events that had begun-
Throwing me off guard- making me run..
A nomadic life I now lead,
A piece of ground is all I need.

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Submitted for One Shot Wednesday

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36 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tolbert
    Jul 01, 2011 @ 05:44:44

    “A nomadic life I now lead,
    A piece of ground is all I need.”

    My sentiments exactly Olivia, If not for the rough spots in life we could not appreciate the times of smooth sailing.

    “For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion; In the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me; He shall set me high upon a rock.” (Psalm 27:5)

    Hoping you go beyond that “piece of ground” and have your feet set “high upon a rock.”

    More than just your poetry Olivia…I appreciate YOU!

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    • Olivia
      Jul 01, 2011 @ 20:50:13

      wow!
      You know Tolbert, that’s a very big one! Thank you for your support and kind words. They make me smile and believe in me one more time..
      Thank you so much..
      Many hugs xoxo

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  2. janice kelly
    Jun 30, 2011 @ 08:36:34

    “at times i feel left behind”….”a piece of ground is all i need”…your poem is ever so honest and sensitive choosing to explore our most profound needs and desires…beautifully expressed…and your photo is truly thought provoking and original…such a creative mind…and wonderful writing…always leaving me to ponder life directly through my heart…

    sincerely,

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    • Olivia
      Jul 03, 2011 @ 16:28:19

      Hey Janice,
      I so appreciate your being kind to me on your visits! Thank you a big bunch. This one’s for all times whenever realization hit me about having left and out!!

      Sunday hugs xx

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  3. C Rose
    Jun 30, 2011 @ 07:05:17

    Floating bottles…very intriguing analogy for the human condition. Great write Olivia! ~Rose

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  4. randallweiss
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 22:15:21

    Nice work. The last two lines are especially poignant.

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  5. ayala
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 18:24:21

    Olivia, I hope you find peace within ….you can…you will!

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  6. Baishali
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 14:20:57

    yes we all have to be in that journey … but we need not be alone … we all are together πŸ™‚ ……. a very well written piece and loved the rhyming.

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  7. leah
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 11:01:33

    That brings me back to the time when i did the same …cutting myself off…This was very good I total get and you wrote it well.

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    • Olivia
      Jul 03, 2011 @ 16:35:14

      Thank you Leah!
      I had cut myself off a few times.. the last one was completely closed- recluse being the word. Not anymore! I am back.. πŸ˜€

      hugs xx

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  8. Daydreamertoo
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 07:24:23

    You will find your place soon. Life is always changing for us, never stands still, the secret is not to fight it, try and let life just…flow.. it’s much easier because no matter how much we worry, fret, fear it, life still happens, and what will be, will be, whether we worry about it or not. It will still happen, so try and let go and let it just…be as it will. Not easy but, there are so many of us who have been where you seem to be right now. remember, soon, this ‘now’ time of yours will be in your past.

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  9. Kim Nelson
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 04:32:41

    Olivia,
    You use your despair to create a poem of urgency and meaning. That, in itself, is an overcoming of sorts.

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    • Olivia
      Jul 03, 2011 @ 16:37:18

      wow! Is that how it works?
      No wonder it has been healing me since.. I typically try to end it on a positive or a wishful note. That’s precisely why things are changing now. I do believe words create magic.. thank you sooooooooo much !!!

      hugs xx

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  10. Heaven
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 02:58:09

    Like the picture ~

    Hope you find your solid ground soon. Sometimes it’s just right where we are standing ~

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  11. brian
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 02:58:00

    i hear this loud and clear olivia and i think many can relate to the need just to have a peice of ground that is not moving even when we do…

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  12. moondustwriter
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 02:54:46

    Mmm to be nomadic – always an adventure
    Nice piece olivia makes me want to pack my bag ( oh it is)
    Thanks for your Osp supposed – hugs

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  13. Sam373
    Mar 28, 2011 @ 16:42:44

    This is that path each must traverse first alone. Mine I called “The Corridor Called Time” and once you met yourself, you can introduce you to some one else.

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  14. brian miller
    Feb 24, 2011 @ 19:44:59

    we all travel the road…the good news is we do not travel it alone…i went through a rather rough patch myself about 3 months back…so nomads we may be but we can still share the fire at the end of the day and tell our stories knowing that we are not alone…travel light

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    • Olivia
      Feb 24, 2011 @ 20:43:31

      Dear Brian,
      I am touched. Your kind words made me feel so much better! It is sad that we are forced to take the road much against our wishes. The important thing that becomes important is our survival! I am happy for you that it’s all over.. Mine has been looming since last 2 decades now.. let’s see how much more can it hang in there- I’m sure I’m gonna scare it away..

      Thank you for your wishes xx

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  15. Paula Tohline Calhoun
    Feb 23, 2011 @ 21:32:12

    Rest assured, the ground is there. . .I have a feeling you are well on your way to stepping off the rug and discovering it has beeen there beneath you all along! Hang in! πŸ˜€

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    • Olivia
      Feb 23, 2011 @ 21:34:16

      I am touched Paula! I am trying to collect all the wishes that have come along with you comment- I need them all.. πŸ™‚
      Thank you Dear xx πŸ˜€

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  16. Life: Between the lines
    Feb 23, 2011 @ 09:07:08

    I like the picture. The thoughts made me think about the bottle, its travels and then heading to shore where it finally found solid ground. The bottle is pushed to and fro but thank goodness as humans we will our tos and fros, we are what we make of ourselves. I love the picture and the thoughts, thank you πŸ™‚

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  17. liv2write2day
    Feb 23, 2011 @ 03:07:28

    Olivia, dear friend, I have been in similar situations…physically and psychologically…yes and spiritually. I truly believe that we have no resting place in this life except within. But I wish you the joy of finding a place to settle and feel at home. Love to you.

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  18. Paula Tohline Calhoun
    Feb 22, 2011 @ 22:24:36

    Hope you find that sold ground! πŸ˜€ You can find it under your feet, if you step off the rug. Rugs aren’t there to depend upon, but the sold ground of God is, and it never slips ou from under you.

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    • Olivia
      Feb 22, 2011 @ 22:28:40

      That’s what it is Paula.. the ground isn’t there- I want some. I happen to be amongst the chosen few who always have some or the other testing phase going on to brood over!
      Hope I soon find some place to place my feet upon.. πŸ™‚

      Hugs xx

      Reply

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