
That Point
It was at that age
of worrying about others
of feeling not enough
of looking for a pattern that was myself
that I put words down
fearing them
or if not them, fearing those who read them.
At that age when I didn’t know what I thought,
I was astonished that the hand that wrote
knew more than I did
and taught that I must be brave,
fearless on the page in a way I had not yet learned to be in life
so that I became a writer to teach myself.
To have someone I trusted as a guide.
It was at that age when I wanted to be admired––
that age when I sought to be loved––
that age when I yearned to be thought a thinker,
important, listened to––
that I somehow was led to listening to myself.
There are these times we are led to by life
that become turning points
so long as we continue.
That sentence. That first sentence stretching
into the future, into now.
I found this poem on my desktop, and although I vaguely remember writing it, I can’t find any evidence of having posted it on my blog. For some reason I feel it ties in with today’s prompt and so I’m going to post a second response to the prompt today. Happy 2016 to all. I hope we all come closer to discovering our best selves in the year to come!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/a-brand-new-you-effective-tomorrow/
Love this, Judy! “That first sentence stretching into the future, into now! Heartfelt, sublime and very deep! Perfect for an end of year reflection 🙂 Happy New Year to you!
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Happy New Year to you, Terri. This year has been so enriched by new blogging friends such as yourself. Hard not to just retreat from street life entirely!
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A wonderful reflection on what was yet to come and actually did, but not by the path you expected. As always, Judy, you manage to put into words those really deep moments of self-understanding that most people find so impossible to achieve. Do have a great 2016. Ciao. Anton
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Happy healthy new year, Anton!!!
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Wow.
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Yes, there certainly is that point…..A good new year to you, Judy
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To you, too, Cynthia. I look forward to a new year of words from you.
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Hi Judy, That poem, I believe, got its start at the beach retreat after we read Pablo Neruda’s “Poetry,” which begins “And it was at that age . . . Poetry arrived…” Thanks for posting it. It’s a lovely poem.
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Thanks, Judy. It’s wonderful to have friends that serve as one’s memory!!!
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I made notes.
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So did I, but you know where to find yours!!!
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I was astonished that the hand that wrote knew more than I did… I can’t tell you how much I know the truth of that statement. That’s why I journal by hand. Love it, Judy. Great poem.
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I love it when someone says they’ve had the same experience or found the same understandings that I have. I guess that is the reason a lot of us are here, Calen. Thanks for always making what I write a dialogue. Most satisfying!!
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I think that’s so true… We all seem to be bound together by that silver thread, don’t we? I think your poetry is so unique, Judy, as are you!
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Thanks, Calen. I think you and I have been connected by that thread almost since my first blog post.
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
This is a poem about bravery that I wrote a few years ago.
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I think my hands often know more than I do, but I’m always surprised when words show up that I never planned to write.
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Right on, Judy. Your focus is incredible.
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I relate so much to this part:
“I was astonished that the hand that wrote
knew more than I did
and taught that I must be brave,
fearless on the page in a way I had not yet learned to be in life”
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This is a wonderful reprise. How true that last sentence. “That first sentence stretching into the future, into now.” That first sentence is just part of a long continuum that stretches as long as we continue to grow!
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