This is a poem I wrote 39 years ago when I decided to give up my job, sell my house and move from Wyoming to California to write. I wrote it sitting in my car at Dana Point Harbor south of Huntington Beach, where I sometimes went to write. Janet, who has mentioned Dana Point several times in her blog, asked to see the poem. Here it is with all its warts, exactly the way it was first written:
(Oops.. this was in a different form, but WP straightened it all up. Oh well….)
Dana Point #1.
Inside these clothes, this car,
inside the hairdo and the
rules,
something lives.
A hand reaches from
the sleeve it lives in. A face lives behind
this face. And only journeys out to walk straight lines on
yellow paper. Freeing words, then
wondering how
to follow. (if she dares, for
prohibitions do not stay them.)
And who is she if she is not
rules to live by
standards to love by,
codes
morals
laws.
The only way to know
is to follow straight blue lines on yellow.
And it is an empty page.
She is the only one who walks there
the only one who weeps there
the only one who laughs there.
Inside these clothes, this car,
inside this hairdo and the rules,
her company resides
within a crowded mind, to call her home
again––home from the yellow sea.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Judy — I love this! So many emotions to straighten out after running away to a new place to live and write. So many memories of the time I moved to Hawaii to set out on my own, although I was not a writer and couldn’t put it all down on yellow lined paper! Thank you for sharing this! Janet
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Just for you!!! oxoxox
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❤
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Dedicated indirectly to all of us who leaped into the unknown and just hoped it would work out — somehow. But aren’t we all glad we gave it a try, whether it worked out the way we hoped or not?
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Absolutely. Not one regret for any of the times I jumped into a new life.
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I would agree. Somehow it did all work out, sometimes well, and other times leading to bigger and better moves!
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A touching poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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A lovely beginning. The opening salvo of a words warrior!
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