Careless

I can relate to this so much. It sounds like my own thoughts tho not so elegant. I’d like to reblog.’

writing in north norfolk

Sometimes,
I can’t remember who I am.
I look at photographs and wonder,
where did she go,
that carefree girl, that careful mother,
so careless with herself?

I often feel disjointed, as if part of me
has broken off,
a branch
hanging,
buffeted by the wind of time,
and wonder, is it mine?

When I read a poem
that was written in my name,
I scrutinise each line for me,
proof that I write poetry
and find that careful,
carefree girl I so carelessly mislaid.

Kim M. Russell, 29th June 2018

Teenage meMy response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ When I Think About Myself  also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

Sumana has given us a thoughtful motif this midweek, and she begins with Maya Angelou’s poem ’When I Think About Myself’ – truly inspirational. She also includes poems by John Clare and Gerard Manley Hopkins…

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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