If I met me on the street, I think that I would think that I was just a bit weak, a bit of a geek, steeped as I am in words and their arrangement. If I met me on the street, I think that I would not like me very much, estranged as I am from my own sense of my self and if I'm at merely an other cross street, I think that I would like someone, very much deranged as I am, formed by our shared love to help. Puttin' the "Po'" in NaPoWriMo...trisyllabically...
I’m a geek for words too 🙂
I like the irony in your poem, how often we see our own weaknesses but then we want someone who is like us in the same way. I also like how you ended with a touch of hope.
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Thank you D–While I made that last stanza as a “resolution” of sorts, I’m not sure how I feel about that word “hope”. We have a strange relationship, hope and I. More on that soon…
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JCC I would love to hear more on you and that wily wench, Hope.;-) Alice
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Well…its turning into an essay of some length…and now there’s this Po’WryMo thang…but its in the works…
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You choose yourself in the end – foibles and all this is who we are, what makes us and though we have weakness, we must love ourselves first, for that’s where it all must start …must it not? Any consolation I do not think you are weak or a geek 🙂 I liked this Johnny.
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thanks Mumsy–apparently I revealed more about me than I realized I was revealing in this….discoveries are everywhere…
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I really like this poem. Meeting oneself. At a crossroads. Shared love.
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thank you Ray —
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I dig this the most. Well done. 🙂
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Thanks C–this one kind of surprised me as I finished it in a hurry…that last stanza was almost an after thought…but now I see it as necessary.
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🙂 yep
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LOVE this one. Well done.
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THanks Z!
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“trisyllabically” I love the rhythm that patters through this.
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I think that pattering comes from cramming iambic patterns into the trisyllabic lines…they kind of cross over each other…
Thanks Alice–
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Nicely done. It adds a pleasing musicality to the words.
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wish I could say I did it on purpose…and playing with different line-lengths now, I see the iambics break down, but its still sort of strong-stress…
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Dang. You’re good. I have to plan and count on my fingers over and over to get the syllables right. I’m the same way with arithmetic. I can’t imagine unintentional word rhythm, though I’ve had accidental rhyming occur. Alice
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Aw shucks, any old dog can learn that trick…it’s not as intimidating as it sounds…just as so many other things, practice practice practice….and luck…
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Luck. Don’t talk to me about Lady Luck. Lady Luck and Hope hang out together too much to count on either. 😉 Alice
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Yeah…ok…I lied…but there really is no big mystery about it. Although it is a bit like math…
As to the two ladies in question…I think I saw them down on the river-front, passing a needle…
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JCC, I think we both know both these characters a bit TOO well.;-) Alice
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Nice one. It got me to thinking what if I met myself. Being my own harshest critic, how it would go. Thanks for sharing it!
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Thanks OoaC–
Yeah, I think that when we meet someone that “rubs us the wrong way”, it is often because we see something in them that we do not like about our selves. I think I read that in a psychology book somewhen…but it was probably pop-psychology so…
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This one totally cracked me up…..geek angst.
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Thank you JH–glad you found the humor in this.
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I love it…It’s very endearing….sweet, vulnerable and perfectly structured…
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