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Lives Lived 1977

She lived a long life
that started quite early
at the age of fifteen
I believe,
when she sipped red wine
and listened to Igor
Stravinsky, that is, the
impossible to dance -
Rite of Spring -
more odd than not
most would say
as she celebrated Ravel's
Bolero, in her own way.
She was lost in self-thought
and enjoyed being strange
always ready to arrange
a good distance between
others and she
always kept her
guarded vulnerability.
Life had been rough before
or so she thought
and she was determined
to seek a mean streak
that for years a powerful
defense it would be.
I heard she lived
to a ripe old age
and I wondered
if she had ever changed.
You see, many years ago
we had gone our separate ways.
Do you wonder who she might be?
But of course, she is me.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Editing stage: 


Thinking about how many poems had been written about he, she, her, him etc. Never telling who in the heck the poem was about is always cause for speculation and lop sided comments.
I commend you for taking ownership with this relative poetry.
Your use of enjambment seems to be your trademark and duly so as you are very good at it.
The punctuation had me re-reading those lines but that's me and what to do anyhow?
I love Bolero!
I take it that the title is where she (you) finally see the light and let go of the other way?
I'm thinking that there are more people with small bubbles that big ones lol
The beginning and ending are a great match.


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You've caught me...yes, enjambment is indeed my style as I write with a sense of shape and form with the ending of each line. It doesn't work all the time but I love it when it does. In this poem, the art form was expressive of a rough road. Your observation of my punctuation or lack of it is duly noted. I think if a line needs to be re-read, then punctuation does require more attention. As a final note, I incorrectly put the wrong year date on the title and corrected it today. The real year was 1977 and it was a time of awakening.
Thank you for your useful critique.



author comment

1977 was the time when I worked my way out of a five year depression and began a decent working life.
We must be kindred spirits, Martha :~)


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