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Jun 28, 2020
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I take ownership of the blank page…
stare into my eyes and get lost
in my inertia.
I am the song I never sang to him
while he walked away.
I am the journal article on self awareness and change.
I am a book without ink or paper.
I am scribbling…
trying to protect myself from the glare.
And
always always always…
I come back to you…
this unnamed partner who will change my meaning.
I am doodles in margins and feminist quotes.
I am sacred paths and winter’s snow.
But
im cursed
to wander and search
for you
on my
blank
page.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
5 years ago
I'm not sure...
if the poem is meant to portray you looking for love, a relationship or just a feeling of unfulfilled dreams. I guess that it could be either or both. That is okay, I like the uncertainty of having to wonder about it. My one little nit is the use of [im cursed]. A typo, I'm sure. Even so, I would rather see you use I am. It just seems right. Welcome to Neo. and I hope that you find us and the site to be just what you are looking for. I am sure that you will be inspired and encouraged by us and flourish. ~ Geezer.
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Lavender
5 years ago
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Hello, Izzy,
When I read your poem, it feels like you are searching for your muse - that inner force. I especially like 'I am sacred paths and winter's snow.' Beautiful, and both places where we may find that inner reflection, that unnamed partner.
Thank you,
Lavender
Gracy
5 years ago
Hello Izzy and welcome to
Hello Izzy and welcome to Neopoet. Hope you feel comfortable with this family of poets. Your poems shows a person (you?) seeking love, not sure from where, but that's not important. I especially like the couplet pasted below. I wonder whether your last lines could be joined together for the sake of neatness. No other nits. Best, Gracy
I am doodles in margins and feminist quotes.
I am sacred paths and winter’s snow.