jeeeeeeeeezzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeee. i love this!! i was really suprised. this poem is really unassuming, and present like it will be just like a lot of other poems, but you wrap it up nicer, with more inspiring words and images, and it just works wonderfully!
"And I can fly. . .
(you doubt again)
when the birds aren't watching.
They might laugh, you know. "
love that. love the humor, love the fact that you're aware others doubt us, as artists.
Hints at Maya Angelou-ish expression, this one does, yup--that search for identity which blossoms when a true passion is found; in this case, poetry (of course) and perhaps other arts. God knows I would be lost without this. And what you say is true: a burgeoning confidence is found once you stop being a wallflower and learn to reveal your true self, your true voice to this world.
That's what I got out of this. Perhaps it's nowhere near what you intended... haha.
J
Finding our own voice is such a wonderful thing both as a person and as a writer...knowing that you can voice yourself on anything, create worlds, discover things about language and even create your own...we have a wonderfully freeing power. I loved this.
jeeeeeeeeezzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeee. i love this!! i was really suprised. this poem is really unassuming, and present like it will be just like a lot of other poems, but you wrap it up nicer, with more inspiring words and images, and it just works wonderfully!
"And I can fly. . .
(you doubt again)
when the birds aren't watching.
They might laugh, you know. "
love that. love the humor, love the fact that you're aware others doubt us, as artists.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..