The World in Which I Live

Musings from my life – poetry and prose

Up until this morning, this page was filled with my poetry old and new, but mostly old. At the suggestion from a reader, I put off the long put-off task of creating a post for each of my poems.

My plan was to post three poems a day until this page was empty. Today is the day I completed this journey. I am feeling overwhelmed with gratitude to for encouraging to do this.

This experience has had some interesting effects. On one level, I was just cutting and pasting from this page to another, but I was also re-reading words, I had forgotten that I had written. Some I was quite proud of and some that made me cringe (I posted them anyway). I made a few tweaks along the way, and noted where I may need to make some major edits.

The strangest effect, though, was that I have been awakened many mornings with memories of poems I wrote long ago coming to me in short bursts or suddenly alive in their entirety. I Never and Fate were poems wrote in Jr. High, about my first love. They had been long lost, in poetry books long ago destroyed. They both came back in to my mind, little snippets at a time, until I sat down to write down what I remembered and they poured out. Fate came this morning. I’m not sure if it was because I went to sleep last night knowing that I would complete my task today and it wanted to be included.

I, like most people, wrote my first poem in elementary school as part of an assignment. It likely lacked any depth, but I imagine it rhymed. It wasn’t until I was about 12 that I started to understand poetry as my heart on paper. Words that spoke not of my intellect but of my heart. Words that got to the core of who I was, not just the surface. Even as I reread this work. I notice the poems that I am most proud of, are the ones that revealed the most, and were of the heart and not the head.

It seems strange that on a page called poetry, there is no longer a single poem, so I will place this here. A little haiku, an ode to words.

A blank page stark white
scratched with black India ink
Words that speak my heart


5 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. Wow! Such great poems you wrote! Thanks for sharing! ❤💥


    1. robinsyoung says:

      Thank you so much! Be safe and well!


  2. Harshita says:

    Such beautiful poems. You should share them individually. That way each one will have their unique place. Because they are great and they deserve it. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. robinsyoung says:

      Thank you so much. I have been meaning to break them out individually. You have inspired me to finally do it.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Harshita says:

    Beautiful poems ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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