"I just feel completely disconnected from myself lately. I don't even know who
I am any more..." - Ms Moon "Bless Our Hearts" (a blog from northern Florida)
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Who I Am
That unshakeable
Shadow
stretching
In silver streetlight.
Photographs
stored
In disorderly
drawers...
Somebody
else’s memory.
Written
words
Like flotsam,
Old paintings.
Documents.
Familiar
face reflected
Again and
again
And yet and
yet
It is easy
to forget
Who you are...
Really.
Shall we look
for ourselves between the lines
Or in the voids that follow our melodious rhymes?
Oh. Mr. P. I am rather overwhelmed.
ReplyDeleteThose words of yours - they just stuck in my head Ms Moon. I can't say why.
DeleteThat just can't be what you are feeling, is it? Seems a little morose for you, my friend. Are you still painting?
ReplyDeleteI would not say that that is how I am feeling Donna. It was just those words from Ms Moon that stirred me. I have a little oil painting project in mind and I know I should get on with it.
DeleteSometimes writing a poem, even a somewhat sad one, can lift one's mood.
ReplyDeleteThat is a good point Mr C. A sad or morose poem can be like an act of helpful release.
DeleteThat is a lovely poem. Did Ms.Moon write it or did you YP? Either way, I like it and I think I understand it. We come to a point in life where there is so much behind us and so much within us that maybe our true selves do lie between the lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this reflection Bonnie. I wrote the poem but Ms Moon accidentally inspired it.
DeleteOh dear YP, are you feeling a bit wistful?
ReplyDeleteNot sure what to read into it but its very thought provoking.
Briony
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Sometimes - when I write poems - I deliberately avoid spelling things out clearly. Then a reader can draw their own conclusions Briony.
DeleteI like your poems. I wish I had the courage to write poetry. I haven't done it since high school, and I could never bear to let anyone read it.
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon is a wonderful writer, and her posts always give me a lot to think about.
Since the age of seven, poems have emerged from me. I cannot help myself. It just happens. Give it a go Jennifer. Give it a go.
DeleteBuddha would say that we have no self anyway. We are different from moment to moment, as variable as the wind.
ReplyDeleteAnd that is a fascinating notion too...
DeleteI have no experience with this feeling at all. I've always felt securely connected to myself. I wonder if it has anything to do with staying primarily in one place my whole life. Very intriguing.
ReplyDeleteWhat does "I" mean?
DeleteIs that an upper case i, a lower case L, or the numeral one??? :D
DeleteHa-ha! Good point Jenny and if "I" might say a rather poetic point too. It's an upper case i!
DeleteThere are times I can't read between the lines...so how can I look between the lines?
ReplyDeleteWell written, Yorkie. Thanks for sharing. :)
Thanks Lee. Maybe you need to visit an optician.
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