I am lost and frightened;
Comfort is all I ask
As I journey through a place I thought I'd left long ago...
It has changed, and I have changed,
But not together.
I must do this on my own terms-
That doesn't mean alone.
Despite my air of maturity,
Of knowledge past my years,
I am but a little girl trapped
In a world too large and daunting.
I ask that you join me in this.
Not, perhaps, as a sole companion,
But as one of my group of intimates,
And view it as a favor to me
Rather than a competition for something
That may not be yours to take.
I am no Jezebel;
Nor am I helpless.
Please tell me what you think
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Last is never least
Let me begin by saying I have been looking to devote some hard time into investigating this one. The title alone conjures so me memories of my own happenings, I honestly could not wait to get my hands on it.
Stanza One: purely compelling; stutteringly auspcious and amazing; I can speak only so much good about these lines without drowning you in glory; really a solid block of zen-like concentraction, worthy of its own praise individually of the rest of the poem.
Stanza Two: short, simple, and effective; says it all, without saying too much; perfect follow-up to the first, and has become all to familiar now with your ever-present growth, great transition to the rest.
Stanza Three: falters some what compared to the air of genius presented by the first two stanzas. you always seem to "pretty" the maturation process in your poems, but too little avail; growing up is apart of life, and as such, is all together...pretty boring; this particular instance may be a great time to develope your thoughts into a separate burden, behind a bolder metaphor (a metaphor of THAT metaphor, if you will).
Final Stanzas: finishes the poem off with little controversy or courage; I am satisfied as a reader, perhaps even swayed, abit; but as a poet, I wonder...what if, and more (I wouldn't mind stretching this beyond its means); as it stands, I cannot fault you because as you are (and as I have come to understand you), this is who you are, and I could never fault your sincerety or brillance...fault me if I did not dig deeper.
I've waited patiently, and this did live fully up to my expectations, and more. The first half alone is by far the greatest moment you and I have ever shared. And the poem in its entirety stands as a testament to pride, beyond a reasonable doubt. I am forever touched by this; I will never be the same. This is the basis of the art. The only art I have ever known to expand by a process of elimination. It never fails, and it never falters to reach into the deepest part of the tightest nest of the ever-searching question: Why?
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wow I read this because the tittle caught me in a trace. But it is a truely wonderful poem.
I like the lines " Despite my air of maturity, Of knowledge past my years, Im but a little girl trapped in a world to large and daunting" It sounds so like me not my poetry because it is to wonderful to be mine it just sounds like Me... I will continue to read your poetry now because this is the first of yours I have ever come across.
El
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"Despite my air of maturity,
Of knowledge past my years,
I am but a little girl trapped
In a world too large and daunting."
Sighhh...Alright, Sweetie...what's goin' on??? This is a pensive piece for you, my Friend...Kels, I'm 48 & I still feel like I'm "a little girl trapped in a world too large and daunting"...Whatever it is, I have Faith in you, my daughter...You have the courage, the strength, the tenacity & the will to get through anything...even if you can't see it right now...You are neither a Jezebel or helpless, that's for sure...You are a lovely, wise, intelligent & caring young woman growing up in a world that too often seems to go astray...Just tighten your seat belt, Sweetie; the road gets rough at times, but it will take you where you want to go...Love you, Kels...
Swans
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