[stylist] Blank verse poem

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

Bridgit

Quite good.  I loved the imagery, selfish folds of life, all of us wearing armor, etc.  It's also a cautionary tale for those of us who are parents and get into doing all the stuff we do at the expense of our children.

Good job.

Shawn

-----Original Message-----
From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Bridgit Pollpeter
Sent: Wednesday, November 16, 2011 1:22 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Blank verse poem

Hey,

Here's a blank verse poem I wrote a couple of years ago. This is the
first time I've shared my poetry outside a classroom. It's not great,
but I like working, and experimenting, with words and structure.

Once you were my baby sister so full of life.  
A blessing at Christmas so we named you after joy.  
So pink and precious, Rachel suited you.  Tiny hands, 
chubby cheeks, bright blue eyes, I wondered who 
you would be.  I grew up, and forgot about you.  

My angst, my pain, my life wrapped me in its selfish folds.  
When I realized you again you were on the brink 
of womanhood.  A beautiful girl who seemed self possessed.  
I should have known better, but I played the game 

like everyone else.  Confidence stands in for fear 
and self-inflicted criticism.  Your heart 
was wound up in layers of armor.  
A fragile heart was splintered and torn.  Just like me 
you looked for identity in a boy.  
I should have seen, I should have guessed.  The same blood 

trickled through our veins.  No longer a baby, 
you faced the world with demons intact.  Solace 
was an escape.  I know the pattern all too well.  
The chance to love seeps in our pores.  No one told you 
to love yourself.  No one praised your independence.  
No one pushed you to capture dreams.  Least of all me.  

You tied yourself too soon.  You raced to a dream 
ten years too soon.  My baby sister now called mother 
now called Mrs.  I see you grow quiet, I see you 
shrink in.  I am sorry for leaving you behind.  
I am sorry your strength drained before you reached the end.  
Still precious, still pink, your legacy continues 
with the essence of the girl named after joy.

Sincerely,
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
Read my blog at:
http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/
 
"History is not what happened; history is what was written down."
The Expected One- Kathleen McGowan


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