A landscape of her own

[fairy]

There was no hole in the universe
To fit her.
And she knew, even then,
That they would not stretch to comprehend,
For big worlds don't change for little girls
With little voices.
So instead she carved plains
Where once stood mountains,
Dug her valleys deep,
And in her flesh she burnt the words:

I am the landscape that I keep.

[CurlyLocks]

Natasha...I see you're writing again! (Unlike me.:ugh)

I think this poem works well - short & sweet & I like the rhyme at the end, & a nice description of the anorexic mindset. I'm immediately feeling the desire to :challenge the anorexic mindset, but that's not really what you want to hear, so I'll shut up.

I know that you've expressed feelings of alienation in your poetry before though...I'd like to say, you're not so very different from the rest of us, though I understand that you haven't always been 'heard'.:ohboy

:love

[tillie]

this is really powerful. I lost my breath reading it. :ummm I do hope you can find something more, though...just...maintain this incredible ability to express yourself. it's a gift- eventually.

Mary

[Anonymous_Member002]

:love Natasha - Wow... this is really awesome. You are such an eloquent writer. It takes a lot of talent to say so much with so few words.

keep it up.

[believeyoucan]

that was very powerful....
keep writing!

[fairy]

:hugon becky, mary, ina, believeyoucan :hugoff

thank you for your sweet replies :touched

becky, I haven't really been writing again - this is, unfortunately, the first thing I've written in a number of months :ugh. I feel like writing more but, when it comes down to it, I can't be arsed beyond getting out the first line. Really annoying!

As for the sentiment, it's less about how I feel now than it is about how I remember feeling at various points in the past. It was inspired by memories of feelings rather than the feelings themselves, I guess. And regarding me not actually being so different to the rest of us here, yes, I do realize this. I wasn't trying to suggest I was :ummm

Anyhow, thanks again, I appreciate you taking the time to reply :shy

[Thalia]

:hugon Fairy :hugoff
I thought this was a beautiful poem, Keep writing:bounce

[CurlyLocks]

Natasha - it seems like I can't be arsed to write either. Dunno why...because I'm busy? Or not so miserable? The latter is in fact my fear...& it strikes me that it's damn hard to write a cheerful poem (most of mine are not) & that my childhood novels were mainly the product of a desire to escape from the real world.

Then again, if we sat down & disciplined ourselves like professional writers do, would we find it wasn't a problem?

Sorry, I'm going off topic a little, but I'm interested to find that you're in a similar position to me.

I'm glad the poem largely constitutes a memory for you...I was rather thinking that you might be harbouring certain desires...but if not, then that's good. And I'll say it again, you've expressed those feelings very creatively - I think the idea of creating a landscape out of your body is a powerful one. An added strength is the conciseness with which this idea is expressed.

:love