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Aug 09
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EmilyAnne

17-year-old Thoughts on a Thursday Morning


I'm making jam at 8:30 in the morning,
a humid, rainy morning. 

I wonder if this isn't Vermont,
and instead, everyone's been fooling me;
I must be in Florida. 

I look over my shoulder and
see a hummingbird drinking from that fake red flower we put up
and worry if the fox is near the chickens,
who cluck blissfully in their pen. 

I wonder if next year I'll be New York City,
grabbing coffee in a crowded bakery with steamy windows. 

Or taking a stroll around the quiet streets of Santa Barbara, 
my hair getting lighter the longer I stay in the sun.

Or watching the leaves slowly turn gold,
as I take a bus into Boston for an escape of theater and gardens.

Or maybe I'll be in Colorado,
skiing...which I haven't done in years. 

I could be anywhere.

It's an exciting time to be alive, isn't it?







 
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Posted: 08.09.18
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  1. Icestorm
    Aug 09, 2018

    This is one of the things I like most about poetry; you can be in one place and then take the reader anywhere you want. Which is exactly what you do here. The imagery you create to travel your readers all around the world is perfect. And this piece in general is a nice escape, in a way. Your closing- "an exciting time to be alive"- made me smile. What with politics and everything, it's sometimes hard to think of the world as a place full of opportunity and excitement. So thank you for this reminder to look on the bright side. Well done :)

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  1. EmilyAnne
    Aug 09, 2018

    Icestorm,

    Thank you for your thoughtful response...I always enjoy hearing what readers think, feel, and take away from poetry.
    I appreciate your kind words!

    "To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard."
    -Allen Ginsberg

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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Aug 09, 2018

    This was incredible. So simple yet complex at the same time. You use specific details that really add to the poem. Great job, Shannon :)

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  1. EmilyAnne
    Aug 09, 2018

    Shannon,

    Simplicity is usually my goal, and I'm thankful you picked up on it. Thank you!

    "To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard."
    -Allen Ginsberg

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  1. irishjayne
    Aug 09, 2018

    I love how you take us to many different places with your simple phrases and beautiful imagery. You provide a really strong sense of place through your writing. I really enjoyed this poem.

    Courtney McDermott

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  1. EmilyAnne
    Aug 10, 2018

    IrishJayne,

    Funny thing is, the likely reason each of the places I mention are very vivid is because I've been to each one! This poem is about my options for college, and it was fun thinking how different each option is as I was writing. Thank you for your response!

    "To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard."
    -Allen Ginsberg

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