for you, reading this poem, a love letter

for all the characters in my head, for all the people who love words

she was sixteen, she wrote a poem,
about being afraid, about being young,
she wasn't pretty enough, unlike the daughter,
she was supposed to be, was always in love with someone,
too beautiful, too good for her
like she was born blind and mute, she wasn't
people felt too close, too real for her, they weren't
being in love, with love falling out of love with her,
she thought she'd be a spinster or a spinster-writer
she loves words more than life, life doesn't speak to her
she's drawn the windows tonight, blinding the moon,
she'll sleep in her small room, she dreams of words,
alive and new, like she'll be in the morning,
sitting on the stoop, thinking of you

Reviews

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This is a thoughtful poem of a poets self reflection.

It clearly illustrates the theme of just what it is like to be in love; except the writer is in love with words and the art of writing. To shut out the world, to close the curtains on the natural curiousity of the moon, speaks volumes of the intensity of the writers love for her gift and artistry.
Be careful not to close yourself to all the natural beauty and wonders of life. For do they not inspire the thoughts, themes and emotions behind a piece of art? Just a thought.
Profound writing, with an intense insight to the soul of the writer.

[highonwords]

you are right, jason, life in all its forms inspires so many works of art :) - thank you, my friend for the insightful review and wonderful visit :) - it is much appreciated :)

thank you,
steph

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Anytime, Steph. I always repay my kind readers! (I told you!) :)

[highonwords]

thank you, my friend :)

best,
steph