Monday, September 10, 2007

Poetry Train Monday - 18 - Liberation

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

21 comments:

Amy Ruttan said...

Ooh great poem Julia.

I haven't posted mine yet. I'm watching Test the Nation.

Lisa Andel said...

11th grade? Great job!
Especially: I think of you
But dream no more.

Very insightful for that age.

Jill said...

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!!

Daniel said...

Deep...keep 'em coming.

gautami tripathy said...

"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.

Red Garnier said...

Great poem, Julia, so beautiful. This part...ooooh.
Especially: I think of you
But dream no more.
Love it!!! =)

Robin L. Rotham said...

Wow, that's awesome! You were one deep high school girl. :D

rhet said...

"...Dripped with mildew
Rats and cold..."

Lord 'Tunderin' Jaysus, girlfriend! Rats need lovin' too!
Poor rodents always get the bad end!

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

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.

Sparky Duck said...

Love and torment do a great job of being poem fodder

Dara Edmondson said...

Your talent was evident early on. Very touching.

Lila said...

This is beautiful. I'm astounded that you had this level of clarity as such a young age, I still don't have it.

Akelamalu said...

A lost love remembered.

Nancy said...

You still have something from 11th grade? WOW!

I remember break ups at this age. UGH!

T.A.Chase said...

Wonderful poem, Julia. Very mature for a high schooler.

julia said...

Susan - feel free to print away!

Ann said...

Great poem, Julia.

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

amazing talent already showing when you were just a young thang.
loved this:
"Shrivelled flesh
Sprung pink with life
My trembling bones"

annette said...

Beautifully written, Julia!

Camille Alexa said...

I adore teenage love poetry! It's just a thing with me.

ONwebCHECK said...

Remember and never forget