Saturday, August 10, 2013

Respsone to Vaine Rasmussen's Poem

Upon reading A book and a Pen by Vaine Rasmussen I was prompted to write a simialr poem, but with my own issues within it. By issues I mean in Rasmussen's poem she is talking about loss of culture and identity. I do not have a problem with cultural identity but I do sometimes struggle a little with self identity and how I fit into the world so I wrote this poem I titled When I was Younger. This poem is also about loss of innocence and how what people tell or teach you when you are younger can stay with you your whole life and create problems. Also if you do not know what Pointe shoes are they are hard ballet slippers.




When I was Younger

When I was four years old
I played with coloured pencils and
Dolls with long hair. I was taught to
Lie in fields of grass and let my imagination
Leap and dance across the meadow.

When I was ten years old
I played with vibrant pieces of 
Lego with sharp edges. I was taught to
Read more and
Fill my head with other people’s words.

When I was fourteen years old
I played with baby pink Pointe slippers and
Chiffon ballet Skirts.
I was taught to suck my stomach
In and fake perfection.

Now at nineteen years old and I wonder
Why I still suck my stomach in and yet
I have no clue where my brightly coloured toys
Have gone to.

4 comments:

  1. Hi May,
    You touch my heart with your writing yet again!
    I can identify with this, especially after having children, and re-discovering all the joys of childhood through them - encouraging their imagination and wanting them to dream and soar.
    I'm glad I can read YOUR words now :)
    Esther :)

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  2. Thanks Esther you are awesome :)

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  3. Hi Mary,

    Very interesting poem, addresses the things we internalize (the need to suck the stomach in) that become ingrained, but also about what we've lost, and don't always realize we've lost.

    The matter of factness in the final lines work well, where you don't speak of your emotional meaning-making about the discarded/lost toys but just give it to us flat. That allows and forces the reader to confront how we feel about it, to use your text and its resonance to echo our own. In that way the 'brightly coloured' becomes metaphoric, alive with symbolic potential.

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