In Need of Curb Appeal, Blue Hill, Maine
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The Process
Portrait group/teenager/pretty/well mannered
toured Blue Hill/photos/favorite places
Walmart/Patty /CNA student/long ago
Patty/funny/caring/excellant nurse/talkative
Sabrina/sent poem/wow/never expected
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Six Word Journal
Reunion/Patty/worker bee/Sabrina too
(Patty Bruenn showed me that she carries the CNA pin I gave her in 1984 pinned inside her wallet. ☺.)
My Ten Letter Alphabet
L is for love. I have been swaddled by love since my birth. My understanding of love has been expanded from the love being given by family to the action of me loving them. As well as the expansion of not just loving beings, but towards the actions to be able to do anything my love desires.
M is for media. It is the media that has been conceived by people as art. It has shaped everything as we know it and at the same moment shaping media we desire. As it influences our work, our livelihood, even now as I write. There is heavy sound blaring from my headphones into the silence of the desolated room.
N is my Nana. She has showed me that there is more to life then violence, hate, television, money, amongst other things. She has showed me that we have a need for ourselves to achieve greatness. We need to have the sense of self accomplishment.
O is for over thinking. In the sense of, I am over thinking this poem. People are stressing over the little things because of over thinking. Why must it always boil down to thinking too much? Why is it the cause of stress, depression and hate? Why did I do that? Why did they say that? Why is this the way it is?
P is my Papa. He has always been there stepping in whenever I have lost my way. When it has appeared in my life that no one was really there listening to my cries of help, Papa helped in my time of need. Papa was there when I have been lost in hindsight when I have been between two forces that never agree.
Q is the Queen I will be. Everything I will become will have others look at me in admiration. I will have nothing less.
R is the 18 blue roses that hang from my ceiling to be cherished forever. What I have received on my birthday means more to me then any sort of worldly possession I may have received or may receive. It is silly to me to just think of them as just roses. Having someone go out of their way to learn about you, be with you, love you is very precious.
S is how simple everything is. Like how simple my love is for him. There are no strings attached. I don’t view it as me going out of my way to stay faithful to him. My love is so deep I would simply do anything to be with him again.
T is the time that has passed between the beginnings of this poem. How much time has changed my thoughts between then and now. How much longer can I go with this poem? But, time is not just restricted to this poem. Everything has changed with time. But, that is not the point of this poem.
U is the understatement of this poem. Of how I truly feel about the world, love, family, and everything else I could ever think of. What I feel towards things is horribly understated and always will till the very bitter end.
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