Between the Lines
Richard, I would have preferred to email, but see you don't have one.
I stopped reading the responses to this thread and only read your initial post and those to others after.
Many of us have often discussed the responses of others, some who just say "enjoyed" others who go into depth and take the poem as meaning a present day happening or mood and others who can relate.
I usually write as a diary to myself, marking my progress in life at this time. Yet, if there is a challenge I will attempt. I have been guilty of being called
a writer of fluff, but I guess at those moments, I was feeling that way.
Every one has their own definition of what is good or great poetry. You write with tremendous insight and I may at times be guilty of not responding. To be honest with you, I have led a rather sheltered or naive life. I read the papers, have a good educational background, but have not been exposed to much crime, or abuse, living in an area where doors are often left unlocked even at night.
So when poets as yourself, or Serenity, or wranx and a few other exceptional poets expose in their writings something I can't quite grasp, I have problems responding properly. Sometime I only read, other times I try to express how I felt about the meaning behind the words. But I am not a witty person, nor do I have a great sense of humor.
I am a very serious person, going through a serious change in my life, but am very sensitive and honest to a fault.
When I was deciding which poems to submit for Reflections, I chose those that had a meaning to me, even if others thought I had better ones or could do better.
This is a time in my life that brings on depression. I felt guilty for the loss of my marriage and friends we have in common.
I, too, was on Zoloft a year ago and decided it broke my will and let me be pushed in directions instigated by another.
After which I became violently ill, with my body releasing it's stress hourly, 24 hours a day (pardon me) by throwing up for over 6 months.
I went through 5 different kinds of doctors, over $3000.00 in savings to finally go to a public clinic where the Doctor gave me another older medicine which almost immediately slowed down my symptoms.
Our past, and stress and being disappointed in life) in my case a divorce after 30 years of marriage) at our ages(I am going to be 54) takes its toll and what has happened in the past as mistakes or wrong choices, can come back to haunt us.
I just want you to know that I understand and can't believe anyone would ever chastise you or anyone of us for how we feel, if we are not hurting anyone else.
I also understand your thoughts on being published as I have also read in other places that your poems aren't to be recorded anywhere else if you want to be published in some magazines and books or anthologies.
Just know that there are many on here who may have lives in common with you and if you need to release or need support we are here.
I am not sure where you live, I thought once you mentioned it in a profile. But if you are near me, then you are near a few others who I am sure would be happy to make your acquaintance and be good listeners.
I just felt a need to let you know the above.
And I know this wasn't for sympathy.
Your poems and responses always show a courage that I have not yet found.
p.s. I hide behind the different names depending on my moods