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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