Just lovely! Kinda sideways, but it reminded me of my old Buick that I inherited when my grandfather passed away. No gloves, but little remnants of his pipe tobacco everywhere. Completely different sentiment, I know, but the poem still too me there while it was also bringing me along with the poet. I love it when reading poetry is like that!
I stumbled on the same line. For me, it's because it wasn't the same voice as what I'd perceived up to that point.
Gorgeous poem, though.
I am loving this activity for getting me to articulate why the poems that stick with me do stick with me, but I'm not experiencing any surprises in my personal preferences...yet.
Oh, I love this poem. Thank you for introducing me to it, and for your personal perspective. I relate to your under- or over-reacting. And to the poet's depiction of the latter.
Grad school orientation is today and I'm VERY nervous. Which is really kind of unlike me. I don't get nervous often.
I think it has less to do with the fact I'm so old.
It hasn't bothered me to attend classes, but it feels different to actually be part of the program.
I'm constantly feeling funny about it. Like I don't deserve to be here. And I'm afraid that others will look at me and wonder why I am here, so late in life, and taking a place that might belong to some young person that will do more with it...
Maybe writing this will help me get over the nerves....
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