Elan Mudrow
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This is adorable! I loved it. 🙂
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Eccellent!
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Oh Elan, You surprise and amaze and never disappoint!
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I LOVE THIS–5 Stars for unique creativity, well done!
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Loved this. Oh the things we would give our mothers, I’ll never know if they were truly cherished or politely adored.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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You brought it all back–the gold spray-paint smell, the macaroni, the Elmer’s. For the life of me, I can’t recall what we glued it to though. And “called it macaroni”, ah, yes! This too, I remember.
Excellent piece!
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Oooo I liked it.
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An amazing and moving piece, and familiar, brings back those feelings of creating that special work of art as a child…. where did those pieces of art disappear to!? and I love “artistic noodlery” great line!! Michelle
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Good work. Funny. Catalytic. I dig the metaphor; the quest for the darned thing and the disablement subjected to by the “dark” closet. Love that.
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Digging the subtle humor in this one.
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This is absolutely fabulous. Both humorous and dark … Love!! 🙂
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Ha ha! I like you!
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OK. We’ll go with Sapphic if the scouts are girls… 😉
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Well, it’s only Oedipal if the scouts are boys. They might not be.
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I like that last line.
Very Oedipal.
Great poem.
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Lovely Elan but sad – and the old story of Cinderella was even sadder. Her dark closet was an open field where she was left to die.
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Great mix of imagination and insight into the world of child and mother – and mother’s dark closet.
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Excellent. 🙂
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The leaning high heel of pasta! =o)
It brought back memories of mother’s day and father’s day projects for me!
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Such word smithing! Fabulously done 🙂
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This is beautiful. That last line though. Brilliant.
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Yes, I wanted it to combine those two elements, as well as others. Thanks.
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From nostalgia to a really sad end. Loved it! Good Job Elan 😊👏
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Reblogged this on GUM: Growing Up Millennial.
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Dark indeed!
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So funny!
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Love it as a scout, as a mom and as a boy scout leader.
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Mum’s dark cupboard – my Mum didn’t menstrate apparently, nor have a belly button for I never saw one in he rold fashioned bathing suits….life of Victoriana. If it ain’t got macaroni it ain’t got that starch to stand the reign of time.
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!!!
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I had to do the same thing when I was a kid with cigar boxes. Thank you for the memory.
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Love the layers of perception in this.
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Great imagery! This poem would make great song lyrics. 🙂
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Again, Well done !
Mother’s “Dark Closet” held many things. Some, of which, are best to remain, unfound.
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this takes me to so many places…. recesses….. some good, some not-so-bad—– more distressing. I don’t think any of us ever know our Mother’s as .. that person ….separate from us.
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Yearning for approval made my heart skip a beat…..and then it disappeared into a closet so dark
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Oh my goodness the end of that poem hit me hard in the gut. Fantastic. I love this one so much.
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Intriguing…….that missing shoe. 😉
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That was rather artistic of me.
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“artistic noodlery” 🙂
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