This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar. But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
I can see why you were inspired by this tree, despite its lack of fruit! The branches are so knobby that they produce the most intricate tangle of shadow, don't they?
This is like driving through the entire experience of fall! I can almost smell it, and feel my hand out the car window! You've conjured up all the right images and scenery to evoke the proper essence of the season.
This must be a painful memory that's taken a great deal of time to process (I see that you're 18 now). I think we all have those moments in our lives where we suddenly come upon a hard revelation, and suddenly the world feels like a much less magical place than it was before -- we believe we're now seeing things closer to the way they really are, and it can be a hard pill to swallow. And coming to the realization that you are being perceived by others in a certain way, through no fault of your own, is a very difficult thing. However, you should know: Your reflection of these events left you with something beautiful. Your writing style is bright and fluid and elicits an emotional response from me, as a woman. I sincerely hope that no one, family included, really mistook your freshman-year innocence for anything but, because you didn't and don't deserve that.
Thank you so much!! And actually, I have been thinking of writing more prose work, so happy you liked my first venture!!
Yup! Best of luck!
I don't know but it scares me.
I love this!
This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar.
But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
I can see why you were inspired by this tree, despite its lack of fruit! The branches are so knobby that they produce the most intricate tangle of shadow, don't they?
Woah, the shade of these poppies (or whatever they are) is stunning against the sunset backdrop. The colors mingle gorgeously.
This is like driving through the entire experience of fall! I can almost smell it, and feel my hand out the car window! You've conjured up all the right images and scenery to evoke the proper essence of the season.
Thank you!!
This must be a painful memory that's taken a great deal of time to process (I see that you're 18 now). I think we all have those moments in our lives where we suddenly come upon a hard revelation, and suddenly the world feels like a much less magical place than it was before -- we believe we're now seeing things closer to the way they really are, and it can be a hard pill to swallow. And coming to the realization that you are being perceived by others in a certain way, through no fault of your own, is a very difficult thing. However, you should know: Your reflection of these events left you with something beautiful. Your writing style is bright and fluid and elicits an emotional response from me, as a woman. I sincerely hope that no one, family included, really mistook your freshman-year innocence for anything but, because you didn't and don't deserve that.