Hi All. I hope you’re all enjoying Poetry Month.
In the beginning of the month, I committed to writing ten poems. I made that promise without much thought, but now realize just how much of a commitment it is.
Poetry is not easy–or at least, it isn’t for me.
When I write a story, there’s a character and goings-on that I can manipulate and spice up. Poetry though is so intrinsically personal and telling. As much is said by the missing words in a poem, as there is being shared not the page.
It’s really interesting because the interpretation can be deeply personal to whomever reads it, or be a fluff of words that make no sense.
Last night, I was honored to go see author Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) speak about writing, creativity, and living your truth.
It was fabulous. Identifying with so many things she spoke of came through in the context of this latest poem.
This morning, this is what fell out from the end of my fingers. It’s what it is. The words are now in the Universe and real. I hope you enjoy.
define the edge
no longer will there be a line drawn in the sand pliable. lenient. too easily obliterated to accommodate others strength. now drawn from within boundaries loom limitless deeply driven into the foundation a cornerstone of the soul solid. authentic. eyes open. awareness safety. stability. trust-of-self respect exacted by invitation shut-out to toxicity. loathing. negativity. precious energy salvaged from tides who want without giving no dues. no explanation required for self-preservation. peace. joy. faye e arcand
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I am not a big fan of poetry but i loved this as it spoke to me about what it’s like to be a woman and set boundaries
Yay! Thanks Carman. I’m not a huge fan of poetry either but playing with the words and style is sort of fun. This really is all about those boundaries. Get rid of those wishy washy lines and make it clear! ☺️
Wow, stunning prose! ❤️
Wow! Thank you.😊
I enjoyed this piece, it spoke to what a lot of us women strive to do, to set our personal ‘line in the sand’. So many of us were raised to be nice, which was equaling to compliance and to ‘not making a fuss’. As a ‘newly’ 58 year old, I’m finally getting to the stage where I can still care for people without having them rule my moods and decisions.
Welcome. Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem. I’m so glad it spoke to you. Your sentiments are exactly what I was trying to convey. The nice thing is that as we age, we hopefully find the strength from within to make those boundaries much more than a simple line in the sand. We are in charge of who we let in. How awesome is that? 😊
This is a great poem, Faye. You are a poet!
Heather, you’re so kind. 🥰 Thank you so much for the wonderful vote of support. I’m finding it sort of fun to play with words in poetry…