“What’s in this box?” “Good question. To be honest every time I look at the contents, I just…” “… glaze over?” “Exactly.” Turns out there were pens and lightbulbs and notepads, and something Ric’s been looking for. Likely the contents of a junk drawer – you know, the stuff you put out of sight because […]
It was a neighbour girl that started it. We played together one day – a rare occurrence, as she seldom came outside. “How do you know you’re not adopted?” she hissed at me, as if to say: You don’t know everything. I started to answer, but then, the words got stuck. How did I know? […]
The best part of our new home is the abundance of birds, from the young cardinal whose family nests in the bushes behind, to this unexpected visitor outside my window. To watch the birds is mesmerizing. This fierce hunter also makes an appearance daily: Naturally, there are many more species, but I’ll save those for […]
This is wonderful. Your poetry always moves me in some way. 💕
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Christine, that is so nice of you to say.
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It’s true V.J. My teenage years and all those adolescent feelings came rushing back when I read this poem.
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Have to admit mine did too when writing it.
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sweat of adolescent
anxiety – this is what i call a totally wow phrase – trying to fit in can be such a difficult time
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Thanks Gina. I still remember it – course I spent years as a high school teacher too.
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i was a nervous teenager – everything was so overwhelming. so that sweat was not just from the equatorial heat! nice to know your background is in teaching.
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I have few good memories of high school, but it was the first time I was noticed as the creative type. I was even invited to attend a week-end, drawing workshop when I was fourteen. But even that was marred by tornado winds hitting the university residence while I was there. Interesting to hear that you were a teacher. I was also, but part-time. Still it gave me a decent pension for my retired years.
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I was pulled into drama in high school (the stage) which helped me. High school was socially tough. It’s why I became a teacher. I wanted to make a difference for kids like me.
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That is so invocative, it just resonates with the emotions of exclusion. Love it 😊
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Thanks Deb. I wonder if we all felt it?
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I think that’s highly likely. I think we all feel vunerable at school, you begin to judge yourself against others and there’s that tendancy to find yourself wanting as a result.
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My compliments to the author.
Hey, I’m writing an article on smoking. Something from the eyes of a marketer. Let me know if I can use some of the lines with proper acknowledgment of-course.
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Of course and thank you for asking
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