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  • September 18th, 2009 | 1:24 AM
Poetry Friday An Original Poem - Snapshot

I've not been participating in Poetry Friday of late and that's mad me sad. So I have given myself the personal goal to address one of Tricia past Poetry Stretches each Friday for a while. For those of you not familiar with these wonderful poetry challenges please go check out The Miss Rumphius Effect

This particular challenge was prompted by the idea of having your picture taken. You can read the original challenge here.

And here's my original poem.


the shutter snaps
I am still beautiful
hair, long and blond
draped around my shoulders
just like it did in high school
when boys wrapped their fingers in its strands
and pulled me close between classes
making promises
they would never keep
skin, peaches and cream
Noxzema fresh
a single chin
eyes lit from within
with a confidence
I rarely share


thirty tries
I do not know this
with my face
I do not like her
rosacea induced
freckle her cheeks
two chins, now
eyes filled with fear
of what the world
might see
might say
might judge
but the hair,
the hair is still
long and blonde
and my husband twists his fingers in its strands
and pulls me close
whispering promises
he always keeps

Have I always been this shallow?

but what woman doesn't want
to feel beautiful
for all time?

---Susan Taylor Brown
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The Poetry Friday roundup is over at Becky's Book Reviews.

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 25 comments — Leave comment )
September 18th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
Susan: This is powerful and painful and beautiful and true. I love the Before and After framework and how I can feel and smell the people in the poem.

Don't worry about not writing. Just don't ever stop. Keep those promises we made to ourselves. {}

September 24th, 2009 05:36 am (UTC)
Thank you, Pamela. I appreciate you so much.
September 24th, 2009 11:19 am (UTC)
Susan- that means so much to me on this weepy funeral for an old family friend Thursday
September 27th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
Susan- that means so much to me on this weepy funeral for an old family friend Thursday
September 27th, 2009 01:32 am (UTC)
Re: you
Ah, Pamela...I'm so sorry for your loss but so grateful I have you in my life.
September 18th, 2009 10:02 am (UTC)
Love how honestly you've portrayed a basic truth. Oh yes, I can identify!
September 24th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Thank you, Jama. It was one of those early morning self-reflective times.
September 18th, 2009 10:24 am (UTC)
This is beautiful...
September 24th, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
Thank you.
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September 24th, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
Thanks, Laura. I was a bit surprised in the direction it took but I went along for the ride.
September 18th, 2009 01:39 pm (UTC)
Aww - very sweet. I loved this line: "whispering promises he always keeps"
September 24th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Thanks. He always does, too. Lucky me.
September 18th, 2009 04:34 pm (UTC)
I love the threads of golden hair that ties the two halves of this poem together, Susan. Lovely....
September 24th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Thank you, Liz. It was a fun challenge. I'm going to work my way through more of Tricia's stretches.
September 18th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
Nicely done!
Hi Susan,

Nice poem. It strikes a chord of reality.

Debbie Ballentine
Garden buddy
September 24th, 2009 05:40 am (UTC)
Re: Nicely done!
Thanks, Debbie.
September 18th, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
Poetry Friday
Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
September 18th, 2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
You & the poem =)

and you have a gem of a husband!


September 24th, 2009 05:40 am (UTC)
Re: Beautiful!
Thanks, Liz. I do have an absolute gem of a husband. I'm very lucky.
September 18th, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
Susan, this is lovely! I can identify with all of it, especially the double chin : (

Wonderful work! You should post more of your poems.
September 24th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)
Thank you, Linda. I appreciate the support.
September 19th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
Love is the true camera. :)

September 24th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)
It IS the true camera, isn't it?
September 26th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)

Saturday here as you know wonderful poem and writing as always just wanted to post my poem today as it is my birthday and perhaps given me extra courage to do so
- Anne McKenna

There are three kinds of boxes
I use to organise my mind
The first is a big black steel box
to put all bad memories I find
The box has no key it only has a slot
for it will never be opened
In here I place all the things
That need to be forgot
I need them no longer
They only ever cause me pain
By dwelling on them
I have nothing to gain
I push the box to the back of my mind
to remain there forever more
I can add to the box but never release
For these things have gone before
The second is my silver box
For all the qualities I hold dear
Courage, wisdom happiness and love
with these close, I will not fear
I collect all those so hard to find
From people I most admire
I add to this box to help me through life
To grow as I desire
I place this box on my shoulder
So it can be in easy reach for everything inside
For I no longer feel frightened
Nor need to run and hide
For with this box on my shoulder
I can face anything life has in store
The box can be opened freely
to be used and then used some more
The third is my golden box
I place it close to my heart
It has a big golden key
In here I place memories of people
that will always mean so much to me
Those that have passed on
People I have met along the way
I keep these memories close to my heart
In the hope they won't fade away
I feel that with these boxes with me
I can always see things more clearly
They opened my eyes to things around me
To remind me what I hold dearly
I hope I always have these boxes
And that they are always close by
For all those special memories
Until the day I die

- Anne McKenna
September 27th, 2009 01:38 am (UTC)
Thanks for sharing your poem Anne. I know you've worked very hard on it.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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