"I see you, but you can't see me." A child had a little red ball it flew high into a tree.
Instead of climbing up to get the ball,
He stared just at the tree.
-HRM Deborah
Commentary:
What is interesting about this poem is two or three years ago, I sent it to be considered for publication for a poetry book, as a lark; it was not only published, it won an award. The poem is actually about, inner blindness.
Since I was about seventeen when I would let people see some of my poetry, I have been published a few times and been given much praise.
For a time much longer then I care to admit when I was younger, poetry was a way for me to talk; when I really was not allowed much in person for fear of repercussions; during the time of greater hardships. As I got older, I stopped feeling so much like this; but I still enjoy writing poetry.
What is interesting about this poem is two or three years ago, I sent it to be considered for publication for a poetry book, as a lark; it was not only published, it won an award. The poem is actually about, inner blindness.
Since I was about seventeen when I would let people see some of my poetry, I have been published a few times and been given much praise.
For a time much longer then I care to admit when I was younger, poetry was a way for me to talk; when I really was not allowed much in person for fear of repercussions; during the time of greater hardships. As I got older, I stopped feeling so much like this; but I still enjoy writing poetry.
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