This poem is from many years ago, when I was trying to get back into writing poetry. I couldn't seem to get the hang of it again, and I missed it so much.
I’m so glad it speaks to you. It will come back! (and it doesn’t seem to have left, judging by your weekly poems and Public Domain poems; but I know appearances are deceiving).
Lovely as you....modern day mystic...being stripped and purged continually for the heart to be opened more and spill forth such depth and beauty for all. Thank you.
Oh Mary—thank you so much! This was the only “real” poem I wrote for many years, and I’ve always cherished it because it came out of a totally dry, empty time (creatively).
Thank you, Francesca. It’s been comforting to have people say they get those feelings—I think at the time, when I didn’t have any kind of writing community, I thought I was just broken.
I love that you get it (and several other people have said the same thing). It’s so crazy how you can feel exiled from a place in your head/or an invisible place in the world? I still don’t know how to describe it but it’s definitely a place.
Thank you, Kym! Seeing how you and others relate so much to this poem makes me hopeful that I will fight more for the words next time I become “exiled.” Around the time I wrote this, I had almost given up completely on trying to write.
I really like this Margaret - clever and tender all at once. You arrange words beautifully!
Thank you so much, Kathryn!
I'm so glad you're writing poetry again. This is a gem.
Thank you so much, LeeAnn 💛.
Oh... this one. *sobs*
My “heart” button isn’t working but it’s all I want to send back to you!!!
Beautiful, and a great read for me right now as I'm feeling so depleted, poetically. But it will come back. Thanks for the reminder. xoxo
I’m so glad it speaks to you. It will come back! (and it doesn’t seem to have left, judging by your weekly poems and Public Domain poems; but I know appearances are deceiving).
The slant and fragile script of the heart. Yes.
You found the lines that I have always been most attached to :). I’m not very good at “kill your darlings” yet.
Lovely as you....modern day mystic...being stripped and purged continually for the heart to be opened more and spill forth such depth and beauty for all. Thank you.
Thank you, Mom. It was really hard to be without words, but it makes me so thankful now that they're back (more prone to cherish them).
I haven't the words to say how deeply this touched me. I know that place. Love love love it! ❤️
Oh Mary—thank you so much! This was the only “real” poem I wrote for many years, and I’ve always cherished it because it came out of a totally dry, empty time (creatively).
Beautiful, Margaret. I know those feelings.
Thank you, Francesca. It’s been comforting to have people say they get those feelings—I think at the time, when I didn’t have any kind of writing community, I thought I was just broken.
Wondrous
Thank you so much, Joe!
Oooh. I feel this. Yeah. This country I know it.
I love that you get it (and several other people have said the same thing). It’s so crazy how you can feel exiled from a place in your head/or an invisible place in the world? I still don’t know how to describe it but it’s definitely a place.
Oh I love this so much Margaret! 💛💛💛 And I say that a lot but this one hits me in a different way ✨
Thank you, Kym! Seeing how you and others relate so much to this poem makes me hopeful that I will fight more for the words next time I become “exiled.” Around the time I wrote this, I had almost given up completely on trying to write.