IT TAKES ONE A LONG TIME TO BECOME YOUNG

What do you say? Too much is our 'I exist"

Yeah, it's late, cold in California, last poem was trash, have another new poem...draft I and then draft II.

Nonsense. Frost wrote 5-10-20 drafts. Mary Oliver revises 100 times!  Yikes.  Brooding over changing one small word in one line, or chopping dismal words.  How did they agonize over snippets of one word, one image.

i never intended to achieve greatest in a public way. I always was a writer and wanted to write books. yet, in my 70's eclectic view...women could and would do all that interested them.
Writing, college, traveling, Languages, Art History, Finance, and..for me...entering a Service Profession.  Practicing as a Licensed Clinical Social Worker for 30 years in California...I absolutely adored my job. I had that passion to change a life, a community, maybe only one suicidal being, who needed a laugh, someone to talk with...

But writing, piano, reading, running, Higher schooling, traveling, plays, concerts, family love, laughing ALOT....all have been passions.

The entry line is simply: "What do you say? (each morning, to fill silent gaps, to turn ackward meetings, shyness into a skilled social set one learns in school.)  Yet too much of this "saying", this "noise" filling silence is really our meek attempt at stuttering.."I exist".  "I guess I am someone". "maybe I do matter".

"In The Silence Of The Heart God Speaks"        - Mother Teresa