This poem makes me want to ask you, I guess it makes me "wonder",
"Do you find yourself in" your words?
"Do you gather hope from the matter
in-between wandering lines?"
Do you find your heart at the end of the pages your write?
and then I want to ask myself the same questions about my own writing. And I hope that for both of us the answer is yes.
I like your poem very much. But I don't find myself in your words, I just can't no matter how much I try, but I do find myself in my words, so if this were my poem (which I know it isn't, but I like it so much I want to make the suggestion), I would change the two "my"s to "your"s.
No ... I don't find myself in your words. Often I find plain and simple truth. I find solace and reassurance that the things that I was taught are important ... are indeed. That I'm not alone in my old ... simple ways.
Posted 14 Years Ago
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Sweet and hopeful, Em. Clever metaphor of being in your own words and inviting your reader to find you there. You give your reader yourself and share, and the reader finds your kind smile there. Always a pleasure. Be well.
Well, this is so great about poetry, sometimes I find poet's words and sometimes they open a new perspective. I found your small poem and the review of Munir Awad really adorable.. Mostly, I find your heart on the end of your poem, yes.
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..