Thursday, September 25, 2014

What do you fear?



My poem "Boxes" was published today in Digital Papercut. You can read it here:


11 comments:

  1. Hi Julia - congratulations ... we do close ourselves in don't we - cheers Hilary

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    1. Thank you for reading my poem, and thank you for your e-mail.
      Stay well.

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  2. I had never thought about "boxes" before but once you wrote about them, I realize they are fearful. Here's something that is just taking place across the street from me. My neighbor has many trees and bushes on her property and she never pruned anything. Over the years, it became impossible to see her house from the street as it became completely hidden by the trees. Now she has moved and is getting the property ready for selling. A pruning crew has been there for 2 days, cutting and sawing and chipping away. All the trees are intact but the dead wood is gone and the beautiful brick house shows up from the street. I guess they call it "curb appeal." Even though she will no longer own the property, she fought the pruners when she thought they were taking away too much. This neighbor had been hiding behind the dense greenery and was afraid to be exposed to the world. Her mother had lived with her but died and she's been hiding from the world ever since. Isn't it amazing how we can "box" ourselves in?

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    1. Who knows what your neighbor has to endure. Nobody knows what lies inside a person's life/soul/world. We don't know anything about her life.
      We can't judge what we don't understand.
      Thank you for stopping by, Manzanita.

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  3. Beautiful poem! I does make you realize how people stifle themselves. Congratulations on all the publishing you've been enjoying!

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  4. That was supposed to be "It does . . ," not "I does . . ." :-0

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    1. Exactly, Elizabeth! That's what I see... especially when something or somebody frightens them because it is different from them and does not meet their expectations. Their "absolute truth" does not admit other truths.
      I dream of the day in which we can accept that we are all different and that we can still love and respect each other as we are.
      Thank you, Elizabeth.

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  5. Julia, congrats on getting your poem published! “Boxes that refuse to understand the language of the trees,” I really love that line. The language of the trees is the language of freedom and acceptance; it cannot be confined by the closed, defined spaces of boxes. Such simple yet powerful metaphors in your poem. Just beautiful!

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    1. Thank you, Jersey.
      Yes, that's what it is like. The language of the trees; the language of freedom and acceptance.

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