Oh, this is so lovely. I love the poem within a poem. It's like a fairy tale but true and it reminds me of all those dreams I had about what I would be and how close to those dreams my life is.
Yes, yes, yes -- and the reality is so much harder, and also so much richer, than the kid I was imagined it could be! Thank you for reading, LeeAnn -- I'm glad the fairy-tale quality comes through.
Oh, Elizabeth.... what vivid images of younger-you and now-you, perfectly encapsulated in these lines:
"Hey, kid, the poet whispers/to herself, to all her selves,"
Such a quiet gift from our good God who stirs our hopes and dreams into our DNA then voila...makes them come true.
((as to tacking up poems on phone poles or putting them in your pocket...Today is "Random Acts of Poetry Day" the remarkable invention of the team at Tweetspeak Poetry. Here's a link if you're not familiar with the occasion: https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/random-acts-of-poetry-day/))
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So very heartwarming. In truth, not a lot of happy endings where poets are concerned what with the self medicating and self destruction. It's tough to feel all the feels and not for everyone. thanks
Aw, I love this! And Iām one of your neighbors who is glad I live in a place where poems happen!
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This poem brings me so much joy!!
I'm so glad, p&c!
"... a sound between / a chuckle and a curse" and a poem within a poem. Just splendid.
Thank you, Jonathan.
'the draft of a poem tilting off the windowsill
while another flutters, hesitates, then swan-dives
from desk into air'
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26th Avenue Poet, kid!!!
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Itās a wonderful feeling when dreams become realityāeven better when you can celebrate it in a poemāCongratulations, Elizabeth!
Even when it takes decades for the dream to be realized -- maybe especially then! -- it needs to be celebrated. Thanks for reading, Paul.
Precious, Elizabeth. Precious Elizabeth.
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Oh, this is so lovely. I love the poem within a poem. It's like a fairy tale but true and it reminds me of all those dreams I had about what I would be and how close to those dreams my life is.
Yes, yes, yes -- and the reality is so much harder, and also so much richer, than the kid I was imagined it could be! Thank you for reading, LeeAnn -- I'm glad the fairy-tale quality comes through.
Lovely as usual. And congratulations! Living the life you dreamed (dreamt) of.
Thank you, Shari.
Oh, Elizabeth.... what vivid images of younger-you and now-you, perfectly encapsulated in these lines:
"Hey, kid, the poet whispers/to herself, to all her selves,"
Such a quiet gift from our good God who stirs our hopes and dreams into our DNA then voila...makes them come true.
((as to tacking up poems on phone poles or putting them in your pocket...Today is "Random Acts of Poetry Day" the remarkable invention of the team at Tweetspeak Poetry. Here's a link if you're not familiar with the occasion: https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/random-acts-of-poetry-day/))
Thank you, Jody!
Such a beautiful poem and story. Congratulations on achieving your ambition!
Thank you, Maureen!
This glorious bit of writing documents that, despite unexpected details, dreams come true. I was fully engaged and enthralled.
Thanks so much, Kim!
So very heartwarming. In truth, not a lot of happy endings where poets are concerned what with the self medicating and self destruction. It's tough to feel all the feels and not for everyone. thanks
Thanks, Wes. I do a fair amount of self-distraction still, but I'm working on that.
A beauty.
Thanks so much, Patris.