Jarred and Unjarred
Seeing the world through crystal walls
curving around, protecting me.
Safely alone, I sit observing—
never jarred by what I see.
Infrequently, the lid screws open,
and sweet music streams into me.
Then I reach, sealing it tighter,
content to watch instead of be.
The prompt is to write a poem of exactly 44 words on the subject “Jar”
https://dversepoets.com/2016/08/15/quadrille-13/

So sad when you are there instead of be… A prison that we make for ourselves maybe.
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I combine both aspects in my personality. I love watching but also participating..I think lots of artists and writers have these two adverse sides to their personalities.
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Interesting use of the prompt.
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Beautifully poignant.
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Oh, my. That last line is telling, and a great metaphor for life. Love this, Judy.
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This saddened me at first until I read it again. I think the title says a lot. We need security and solace along with our interactions and there is much to be learned from observing as well as participating. Thanks for joining in at dVerse.
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Thanks, Mish.
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I found this very interesting as well.
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Jarred and unjarred… this is deep and poignant.
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There’s sometimes a fine line between wanting to be safely the observer and then wanting to be a participant. I can relate to this…nice to see you again, Judy.
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Hi Bodhi.. I walk that tightrope daily. Thanks for adding to the conversation.
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You are exercising choice; that’s a good thing.
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Heartfelt and personally relatable. Love the way you put those familiar feelings into words.
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Thanks, Mother Wintermoon. What a beautiful name!
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Thank you ❤️
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