Half-way here or there

Half-way here or there

A Poem by Diana

Little girls who stop dreaming
become big girls who cannot cry.

The tears don't come down.
Half asleep...half-awake

half-way here, halfway there.
Halfway to...

nowhere.

© 2020 Diana


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So brief, but oh-so-powerful! Abused in my youth, I grew up never crying for decades & decades. I could not relate to your perfectly-chosen symbol more intensely! As my tears & laughter were suspended, I also stopped dreaming while asleep. But I take your poem to refer to the kind of dreaming we do during our waking hours . . . dreams nourish, as does hope (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Margie. I'm sorry to hear about what you went through. Cold, troublesome world, indeed.



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Ok, I will become addicted your poems , soon
Beautiful

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Jmaster1.
So brief, but oh-so-powerful! Abused in my youth, I grew up never crying for decades & decades. I could not relate to your perfectly-chosen symbol more intensely! As my tears & laughter were suspended, I also stopped dreaming while asleep. But I take your poem to refer to the kind of dreaming we do during our waking hours . . . dreams nourish, as does hope (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Margie. I'm sorry to hear about what you went through. Cold, troublesome world, indeed.
The opening 'Little girls who stop dreaming
become big girls who cannot cry.' is deep on many levels. It is great observation of human psychology. It is a very deep and intelligently simple poem and it is a sign of greatness when one can articulate the depth of the soul in simply terms.
Really great poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

3 Years Ago

I appreciate your insightful comment. Glad you enjoyed.
When we kill the dreams of youth. What do we become dear Diana?
"half-way here, halfway there.
Halfway to...
nowhere."
When I served in the military. I saw hopeful eyes die and never return. It is sad when we accept less. Powerful and amazing poetry shared my friend. You made the reader think and ponder.
Coyote


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

3 Years Ago

I don't know what we become. Grappling with that now. Hard to see what dies inside of our own eyes.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I agree dear Diana. We must rebirth the energy of youth for us and for the people near. We need good.. read more
Diana

3 Years Ago

We do indeed. May God grant us health and blessings. Seems we need a miracle nowadays...
True, but tears relieve as well as hurt. nicely written

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Ang-X.
This poem feels full of meaning and wisdom, even from a man's point of view. I'll keep this in mind if I ever have a daughter. It was also fun to read, the end made me smile. Tyfs

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Ciprian.
Diana

4 Years Ago

*Cyprian.*
the dreams we weep away, we cannot sweep away...
they linger with us...
and crying makes us human, shows we feel...
makes sense.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Jacob.
nowhere is a place.somewhere and I think there is an onion farm there and a diner that is renowned for its coffee

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

4 Years Ago

This is true nowhere. Nowhere is an answer to where, after all.

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