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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sunday's Child



Magpie Tales Photo prompt #110

Sunday's Child

image: Duane Michals


She lay there quietly chastening herself for yesterday's failure:
Over and over again, every day is the same. If I eat, I die. If I don't eat, I die. I speak, but the words are bitter in my mouth. I resolve, but my mind retreats to the dark places. I rise, confined in this straight jacket of fleshy flesh, unable to control its wanton wanderings.  Everyday I begin, everyday I fail. I am dead, I am alive. I am like Elvis...reappearing again and again. Who will deliver ME???




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37 comments:

  1. JinksyMarch 25, 2012 at 7:45 AM

    I'm very tempted to suggest a Amazon - they deliver anything anywhere! Hehehe! So about the Jinksy warped sense of humour...

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  2. Kathe W.March 25, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    torments of the inner self-well done!

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM

      Thank you Kathe. It's a side we don't let out very often, right:)

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  3. GailMarch 25, 2012 at 9:04 AM

    Very interesting take...torture of our own making

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  4. MargaretMarch 25, 2012 at 9:07 AM

    Sadly, so many people live life like this! Especially "beautiful" people who we who view them from the outside think they "have it all".

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 11:19 AM

      Looks are definitely deceiving, aren't they. Here's to the unbeautiful!

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  5. Tess KincaidMarch 25, 2012 at 11:20 AM

    I especially like the title...from that old childhood rhyme...

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  6. DaydreamertooMarch 25, 2012 at 11:50 AM

    I believe there is beauty in everything, even in ugly has it's own type of beauty. It's whether we choose to see the true beauty of the person that shines from under the skin, or not, isn't it? This speaks its truths in failing and yet, its hopes in knowing that we have another day ahead of us in which to try again.
    Well penned :)

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  7. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 12:11 PM

    Thank you very much. Sometimes it's a minute to minute effort, too.

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  8. ScarletMarch 25, 2012 at 1:00 PM

    I like the doubts and chastening...indeed we vacillate on who we are and where we want to go ~

    Nice to meet you ~

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  9. BerowneMarch 25, 2012 at 1:44 PM

    Strangely different, and holding, take on the prompt...

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  10. WanderMarch 25, 2012 at 4:23 PM

    I liked this...If I don't eat I'm dying...no one gets out of this alive!

    Wander

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 5:25 PM

      Thanks wander...she kinda looked like she was a tad too skinny huh...don't have that issue!!!

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  11. KarenMarch 25, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    I can feel the disappointment. Most people are too hard on themselves.

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  12. kaykualaMarch 25, 2012 at 4:56 PM

    It happens again, a lamenting soul! Some are beset of ill-luck and some are of their own undoing. Time will heal!

    Hank

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 5:29 PM

      Thanks Hank/KK...guess I'm going to have to write something humorous next time...but hey, these challenge pictures exude lament, huh???

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  13. ninotazizMarch 25, 2012 at 5:43 PM

    Haunting, Laurel. And I loved it.

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  14. Laurel's QuillMarch 25, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    Thank you so much....

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  15. zongrikMarch 25, 2012 at 7:53 PM

    so it's all about deliverance

    mirrored

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:18 AM

      Absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!! wouldn't ya just love to not have all your little "issues"?

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  16. stephen HayesMarch 25, 2012 at 10:21 PM

    We torture ourselves and make our own hell, I think. Good poem.

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  17. relMarch 26, 2012 at 1:45 AM

    Really, who is that characature who greets me from that portal?
    rel

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:20 AM

      Is it me or the me I think I am...or the me that I want to be, she says. She is Every woman. and Man, for that matter:)

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  18. HelenMarch 26, 2012 at 6:43 AM

    I have dealt with a family member's eating disorder ~ your poem is a reminder of the emotional pain she dealt with ... and came through.

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:17 AM

      It is sad, isn't it, Helen. I am sorry for her. This photo just looked like that was her daily fight..me, I have other issues:)

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  19. robkistnerMarch 26, 2012 at 10:17 AM

    engaging write, candid -- appreciate your sharing it...

    ...rob kistner
    Image & Verse

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:15 AM

      The eating issue is not true of me, just the girl in the photo...but we all have our struggles with our inner Adam, don't we. I call mine Elvis:)

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  20. Tumblewords:March 26, 2012 at 3:09 PM

    Intriguing piece!

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  21. Doctor FTSEMarch 26, 2012 at 11:40 PM

    Very well expressed. We have to eat, so we face the temptation of food 3 times a day.

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:12 AM

      I'm thinking more like 10 times a day! Thanks Doc.

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  22. hyperCRYPTICalMarch 27, 2012 at 1:27 AM

    It is sad when our mirror tells us lies. Great write.

    Anna :o]

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    1. Laurel's QuillMarch 27, 2012 at 7:11 AM

      Which is usually does...thanks for visiting. Laurel

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