January 14, 2008

The Importance of Meeting Alice



I follow the track of a twelve year old mind
who writes she doesn’t belong.
is uncomfortable not belonging
and notice that
it is I
who don’t belong.

My words seem self-centered.
Encouragement
comes out as self-interest,
self focus
spurs me into saying more
which of course comes out wrong
rejection leaves me a child again
lost in my own mind.

Sometimes life shrinks
all that’s of importance
is the fluttering
small blue curtain
in a bathroom window.

3 comments:

  1. I love your words, and your picture. Thank you.

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  2. I wish I could write poetry. And I think the picture enhances it beautifully. It's quite haunting, really. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Very much enjoyed the poem and agree with Alice that the drawing enhances it well.

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