One Single Impression: Walls

I turn to the dictionary for walls:
Among other things, I find immure:
Shut up between walls.

Yeah, that:

As in imprisoned, or,
On a lighter note,

As in intramural sports.
Ready to play;
Not ready to compete.

Shut up
Shut in
Shut out

Shut?

I remember a friend--
A lover once--
Who used to say

Get shut of

He meant set free from,
And he usually meant of things that hurt,

"Get shut of it, San," he would say
Until I thought I could
Step through pain that boxed me in

That was what he meant.

He got shut of me.

A decade and a half later I receive his gift:

Somehow these things
That close in
Also set free.

I stop here.
I can work with this.

These words
And a glass of wine
Will sing me to sleep

What are walls?
I am shut of them.

One Single Impression

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38 Comments

  1. What a wonderful insight. I love this play with this word--and the poem's ending. Beautiful.

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  2. I love rooms with walls as opposed to open spaces. They make me feel safe and cozy and I can "shut" the rest out.

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  3. Very reflective post. Liked the way it went on..I learnt a new word too.

    Thanks!

    filigreed walls

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  4. only you can free yourself of walls that others put in your way, then you are really free as you walk away in forgiveness for all-yourself and the perpetrator. great poem with hidden meanings...

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  5. An amazing poem My Dear Friend! Thank you for sharing your creativity with us!

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  6. It starts with walls and ends with doors, open or shut.

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  7. A splendidly well organized poem. Beautiful!

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  9. Wow! Lots of deep thinking and personal reflection there. . .

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  10. Now that's insightful. Excellent.

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  11. Anonymous4:34 AM

    Perspective makes all the difference. I find that too many walls and not enough windows make me feel claustrophobic, while my mother prefers walls and multiple locks to feel safe.

    Perhaps I simply need to 'get shut of' her obsessive compulsive walls boxing me in?

    I think I shall have a glass of wine tonight and ponder these words.

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  12. Over this side of the pond we say *shot of them*!
    Lovely reflective post.
    You are getting shot of me now..... just for today!
    Signing out!

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  13. cobbles press my soles;
    low'ring shops of pain shuttered:
    dawn mist starts to rise

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  14. You are a poet and a philosopher! Brilliant post!

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  15. Deeply insightful, I'm thinking now of walls of words - ones I've built up, ones I've come up against...

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  16. I love the way you move from one definition to another to the phrase "get shut of."

    If you get a chance read Billy Collins's "Ballistics" and "Marco Polo." I think you'll love them! :)

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  17. sometimes I think that if given enough time, all forgiveness and wisdom will arise. Wonderful journey to take with you, through your words.

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  18. Very nice stream of conscious.

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  19. Shut up no one is lisyrning Get over it
    Today went to church
    Hate the sin love ythe sinner
    I still am sick procedure did not work
    econo,ic poor wife and car gone to Alice land No one love me this i know for the bible yrll mr so
    So I will gey over it
    Natural laws can not be disobeyed

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  20. There are two faces of LloydThetwo persomd of self Each in a battle of the universe amd for the people in it yes I am crazy!!!

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  21. Thus saith the wanna be great and independent outdoorswoman. Even in burial.
    But it ain't gonna happen!
    ..

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  22. Sandy!

    Love this post and poem. What are walls? I am shut of them. Brilliant ending lines.

    Sending peace & love,
    JP/deb

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  23. Love the ending and the exporesion "shut of". Wow!

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  24. I like the irony and paradox in this poem.
    Excellent!

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  25. Very interesting poem, Sandy :)

    and walls....its within the four walls of my home that I enjoy my utmost freedom of being myself! :)

    its been a long time...i missed reaching here,

    wishes,
    devika

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  27. Anonymous5:10 PM

    I can think of a few things that I need to get shut of, too. We can all learn from this one, Sandy.

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  28. Your poem is honest and free of any walls.

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  29. free of walls that close us in or makes us sad, that is easy to imagine but hard to do

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  30. Love the flow and thought in this one - insightful, for sure!

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  31. Anonymous5:44 AM

    your writes are always so very different .. and i love them all so much !!

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  32. Very intriguing insights into the ways we use language.

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  33. Walls turn inside out like old wash; the internal becomes visible.
    I love the way the poem becomes lighter and lighter as old words take on new meaning.
    And gifts are gracefully received. There is such tenderness here.

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  34. ' There is such tenderness here ' ..

    lovely ..

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  35. Nice Sandy- I especially liked the stanza" Somehow these things
    That close in
    Also set free." So true on lots of accounts. I appreciate learning a new phrase too! Thanks~

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  36. "He got shut of me."

    Foolish man. Foolish, foolish man. I wonder if he ever realized what he gave up. Probably not, huh?

    But it makes me glad to hear you say you're free of it now.

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  37. Anonymous5:30 PM

    Wow.... Your style is quite unique! Loved the poem...

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  38. Oh yes, those old lovers who had such wisdom to impart, only we didn't realize it at the time. Thank heaven for retrospect.

    Love this poem.

    Kat

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