Believe it or not, I wrote this in grade 11 after recovering from my first broken heart. My first boyfriend and I broke up and I spent a year being single before starting a new relationship with my second boyfriend. Clearly, not a casual dater!
Liberation
How freed my soul
With blinking eyes
That smart at light
Weep tears at day
My soul, whose cell
Carved far below
Dripped with mildew
Rats and cold
Clung fast at first
To slimy stones
With unworn nails
Afraid
To breathe the dust
And not let go
Now bent, my soul
Could feel the sun
Shrivelled flesh
Sprung pink with life
My trembling bones
Felt sick with joy
Stumbling clear
Before I knew
I think of you
But dream no more
I wonder
Would I rush
Back to the dust
At your late call
Who knows at all
To fall
Copyright 1981 Julia Smith
Monday, September 10, 2007
Poetry Train Monday - 18 - Liberation
Posted by Julia Phillips Smith at 8:22 PM
Labels: Liberation, Poem
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Ooh great poem Julia.
I haven't posted mine yet. I'm watching Test the Nation.
11th grade? Great job!
Especially: I think of you
But dream no more.
Very insightful for that age.
That ws greatly done for someone that was just 16 or 17 at the moment!!(Would be great now too!)
Seems like that broke-up affect you a lot!!
Deep...keep 'em coming.
"My soul, whose cell
Carved far below
Dripped with mildew
Rats and cold
Clung fast at first
To slimy stones
With unworn nails"
That had me thinking. Great work for a 11th grader.
Great poem, Julia, so beautiful. This part...ooooh.
Especially: I think of you
But dream no more.
Love it!!! =)
Wow, that's awesome! You were one deep high school girl. :D
"...Dripped with mildew
Rats and cold..."
Lord 'Tunderin' Jaysus, girlfriend! Rats need lovin' too!
Poor rodents always get the bad end!
Not just a deep high schooler, but mature, too. No wonder you're such a neat adult.
This is one of those poems I'd like to print and hang on a wall somewhere. I get that whole re-emergence into the light theme.
Love and torment do a great job of being poem fodder
Your talent was evident early on. Very touching.
This is beautiful. I'm astounded that you had this level of clarity as such a young age, I still don't have it.
A lost love remembered.
You still have something from 11th grade? WOW!
I remember break ups at this age. UGH!
Wonderful poem, Julia. Very mature for a high schooler.
Susan - feel free to print away!
Great poem, Julia.
amazing talent already showing when you were just a young thang.
loved this:
"Shrivelled flesh
Sprung pink with life
My trembling bones"
Beautifully written, Julia!
I adore teenage love poetry! It's just a thing with me.
Remember and never forget
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