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Here's your new challenge:
DEFINE WHO YOU ARE
Here are your parameters:
This DOES NOT mean what you do for a living, or who you are in your family. I don't want you to write about being a Father or Mother or Daughter or Son. In fact, leave your family and your job out of this entirely. I want you to tell us what makes YOU tick. How do you see yourself? Are you talented? Frustrated? Happy? When you think about this definition, think about YOURSELF. What makes you who you are? What dreams do you think about? What does it take to let you feel that you are worthy or good or respected? Who are you? Make this your own. You can write or post pictures or put up your art or poetry, whatever you like! We love seeing it!
MY MAP
I grew up a plain, sensible, ordinary girl, but with a deep, sensitive soul,
running crystal clear out of the caverns of the center of the silent moon.
Grew up amidst the cheerleader cuteness of magpie girls,
As shallow as a summer downpour mud puddle.
with a notion of distance, I could vision the future---
Just barely out of my grasp.
I had no direction or anyone to point the way I wanted to travel.
I made up my own little map:
Glanced back at the magpie girls, shrugged and went my own way.
My map's been often wrong, often lost, stored in a secret vault,
And sometimes it has been ignored altogether.
But I have followed the switchbacks, crossed raging rivers,
I have always gazed at the North Star, and moved on.
My map is frayed with tears and rips;
There's even a blank spot in the middle.
I keep consulting and checking it out, pushing along,
'Til I find a path that is better or cleared away.
Tonight I wonder if the magpie girls are alone,
I ponder if they still comb their hair in front of shadowy mirrors.
Then I stretch out in the middle of this wilderness,
Wondering when I will find the spot I seek.
Will I be there alone, or do others seek the same destination
The magpie girls still cheer each other on---
Fake cheers, false faces, fearful lives,
I still follow my own map: Never really lost.
Still searching for that place I belong.
Comments (32)
Woooo - that's a tough assignment, teach! I'll have to get back to you, but I loved your journey. Is there a deadline????? Do we get extra points for neatness??? Does spelling count???? Single or double spaced? hehe
Milady,
Well written and a bit sad too. Well done! You've been linked and starred~Kween
Hey! That's a pretty steep assignment. I may hafta get back to you on it. If I were to write out my personal self-assessment right away, you might gain the impression that I am conceited - and we can't have that. I'm really quite a likeable man, a great encourager, faithful to one wife for forty-three (nearly) years, a sincere Christian. Etc, etc, etc.
Warmest good wishes and thanks for your excellent post!
Peace
David
Dear Cynthia,
First of all, before I foget. I absolutely loved the poem "Wooden Soul", and also the "Never" poem. It's okay to write poetry when you're depressed. I made almost a cottage industry out of writing depressing poetry, but now I try to leaven the depression with inspiration, which reads better!
I think some of your readers feel you are giving them the challenge. LOL.
Have I read this before. I had just copied the line: "Grew up amidst the cheerleader cuteness of magpie girls" to paste in the comment as my favorite line, and it looks familiar. After reading the poem, the whole thing sounds a bit familiar, like I might have read it here on your blog in the past. If so, what a good memory I have. If not, then never mind. It is a powerful and defining piece of work. I always like it when you post your poetry.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
Your a 60's girl. We are the girls of the 60's.
Love the map!
RYC: I sure didn't do well today but from your lips to God's ears!!!!
Still searching? Very interesting......
thanks fro sharing!
xo, QE
Wow an excellent question, and for me to answer it, well I have sucha low self esteem that I dont see anything worth while about me. Oh m my how sad.. I
so well written
Just a quick, warm wish to you...
Good question. I can't define who I am, only who I want to be, and that's humble, but I still have too much arrogance to be there yet. I'd like to have some when I meet God :)
Delicious. Maps imply a journey, I love a journey. That's what life really is. I love that your map isnt' done, it isn't clear, but you push on anyway, trying to find it. And remembering where you've been. Lovely imagery
Thanks, Cyn! Hope you are feeling much better. I'll talk to you this weekend! Hugs!
Great job. Love the mapping references. Well done
This is great! Magpie girls... aren't magpies the birds that are obsessed with shiny things? Great comparison!
Beautiful Blog
The map image you used for this assignment was powerful. Most important however is that you still follow your own map...to me it is a sign of maturity.
Your map, and my map? They sound like they have the same "latitude and longitude".
Here's to finding our way ... we can't be off the path, if we ARE the path, eh?
Beautiful writing! Thanks so much for sharing, I really enjoyed reading this.
Take care,
Love, Cyn
really likedyour poem
elliott
I love the map analogy. Maybe we all just continue to look for where we are going for all of our lives. As the saying goes though, it's more about the journey than the destination.
I thought this was a fairly interesting challenge.
I have enjoyed reading your entry to this challenge.
I loved your entry. Following your North Star is such a wonderful plan. I bet you are still looking at the skies and enjoying all the many places you may travel. It sounds like a very rich life indeed.
Wonderful to know another individual....