Smidgens
I sit with her
Placing her in memory
Giving thoughts strength, yet
In her silence, she frightens me.
I rely on others
Camping upon her shore
To soothe my worry.
And although I haven’t
Seen her rimmed with snow
Echoing the clearest of nights,
Pitted with raindrops
Upon her clear face,
Witnessed her held tight
By mist and clouds,
I know she has experienced this.
She reflects me
Placing me inside her memory
Giving strength to her beauty, yet
In my silence, I frighten her.
She relies on the stream
And springs to ease her.
And although she hasn’t seen
All who I love, have loved,
My stumbles and woes
On nights of anxiety,
My elations and successes,
The clatter of the city
Reverberates within me
She knows I have experienced this.
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Absolutely stunning!
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Excellent.
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Nice! Unique and nicely interwoven.
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Beautiful poem. It is interesting how you have feminised the lake probably because we associate nature with birth and it is always mother earth and not father earth. Anyway, a lovely piece, introspective, reflective and full of gorgeous imagery.
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Living images of the lake. The feelings are real to me.
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You’re very welcome. Your work is always a pleasure to read.
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Wonderful. Thank you.
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I appreciate you depicting the lake as having awareness, or consciousness.
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Wow. That’s stunning writing
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Thanks so much Dawn!!
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Beautiful piece of writing here. I love that you made the two halves of the poem reflect one another, reinforcing the image of a mirror lake and further enhancing the deeper self-reflection taking place here.
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Your words!
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You words come from such a wonderful place. I love this!
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This is beautiful.
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And what types of literature do you prefer to study? How did you find your voice (other than writing a lot)? You might’ve seen that I’m still working on finding all aspects of my voice, as currently it sounds very academic to me, which is what I’m best at for the moment – despite the sorry attempts at humor! Though I’m sure you might think differently.
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That’s an interesting question. I’ll attempt an answer. The ideas are a combination of what’s already a part of how my brain works, picking up skills by studying literature, and the never-ending process of finding a voice (or voices). The latter, for most writers, (as easy as it may sound) is the most difficult.
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I really enjoyed the imagery of the lake as a woman, as a friend. It’s very original, as is the imagery from your other poems. How do you come up with such ideas so frequently?
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How stunning
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I never cared about poetry much , even though I have been a mad reader of prose, until I recently started reading your post. It’s that passion and creativity in this post…Thanking you for opening up a new door to look through….
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Wow.. beautifully expressed !
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Stunning!
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Thanks. That’s the best thing anyone could say to me.
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Oh, wow. How clever and powerful to show both views like this. Your writing tends to stay with me indefinitely. Thank you for that, using your gifts to give such beautiful and enduring gifts to others so selflessly.
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