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Susie Dahl's avatar

Once again you have provided prompts that ease me towards becoming more.

I wonder if I’ve avoided poetry because it does require a depth of feeling and exposure to reach for the depth of truth, see the big picture and then carry it back in words for others to read. Yet, the honesty in a poem, that deep connection the poet has found and expressed is what I desire most.

I’ve ordered the Masks book.

Thank you.❤️

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Lesley Riley's avatar

Becoming more, I love that concept. Reading the book and giving yourself time to listen to the inner voice will turn into something you're happy with.

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Lynne Oakes's avatar

Dear Lesley, this surely resonates with me and I have written a great deal of poetry over the years, in between painting. We share so much, right? I never made a study of it, but I read it and I write it. Somehow, lines of words that say what I want to express, just come to me. It has a certain magic to it and I just follow along by writing it down. That you did all this back in the day is totally impressive.

Here's one for you today!

Quietly

Stealing in through my window,

this September day caresses my cheek.

I wake up slowly

in the special stillness of morning.

I invite my poems,

their first lines presenting themselves

like a shy little girl.

I put them down

where I can see them.

Maybe just one word,

or a line or two out of the blue

where they’ve been waiting,

the ones that are just for me.

Does someone send them?

Are they from another place

or time?

Am I just a vessel to carry out

the thoughts of another?

No, they are indeed mine, and of me,

of all I notice, and admire

of beauty, of sorrow, of longing, of love.

But they’re mine.

Yet, they need such tranquility

as morning offers

in order to appear.

Quietly.

Always quietly they come.

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I have to get up,

scribbling their whispers

before they skitter away beyond my reach.

Without the silent space

they do not come forward

with their sweet, humorous

or even urgent curtseys.

I honor the quiet and write them for me,

from me and

then maybe for you.

Lynne Haussler Oakes

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Susie Dahl's avatar

Your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Please continue to write.

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Lynne Oakes's avatar

Thank you so much, Susie!

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Lesley Riley's avatar

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it with us. We have so much to give, don't we? Happy New Year.

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Jan's avatar

If your goal is to inspire....you have exceeded it! As a single parent of two teenage girls, the carrot I tangled in front of myself was "once you get them through college it'll be your turn." Lots of life happened in those years; life that added to my experience as a human and a newborn artist and gave me confidence to proceed once the last child graduated college. I did four years in three and enjoyed every single minute! My learning experience is singular now; alone in my studio listening for my voice, making 'my' art. Thank you for being a part of that.

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Lesley Riley's avatar

Oh Jan, thank you again for your lovely thoughts. We've earned this fruitful time, haven't we?

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Karen Rand Anderson's avatar

I went back to art school in my 50's to get that MFA I'd always yearned for. People asked why-- I told them "because I can." Those years coincided with the unraveling and implosion of my marriage, and finding my true artist self kept me alive and moving forward. I am forever grateful that I took the plunge, plowed ahead and actually got my degree (with honors) on my 57th birthday. I wrote much poetry during those years as well, and your post inspired me to start to reclaim my poet-self. 2025 is the right time for that...! 💫

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Lesley Riley's avatar

Being a well-seasoned adult student sure makes a difference when we return to school. Your timing appears to be perfect. I think we somehow know when it's time to take a leap. Congratulations to you. May the poet in you thrive in 2025. (accidental, but perfect rhyme!)

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