excellent take Helen! Love that added image!
All grass dies. It's inevitable. Best to get away sooner rather than later, lest you get your own heart broken.I love this poem. And you. Your energy reaches all the way over here to the goosebumps on my arms.
Well done! Now that I've read your poem, I see the run way strut.
How right you are! And yes - poetry matters, a lot doesn't it?
Awesome take on the propmt
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But try she must !
The combined image is very cool.
Solidly, credibly impressive...
Quite delightful and refreshing read, well done. Greetings!
Good write. :-)
Dearest Helen,You have the rare gift of saying so very much with the least number of words!Love this poem and the photo is priceless.Hugs,Mariette
"Strut your stuff, sweetie". Love the sound of those words together, and what they imply, too. Yum!
We are all slaves to something, the grass is not always greener, just the parameters of our imprisonment change. Become a slave to the fame, or the poverty of life. Or choose neither.
To have seen a runway model in this prompt is simply quite brilliant! She is moving in the right direction! (My sis from Indiana will be visiting me at the end of the month, and will spend a few days with our cousin in Bend while I work. I wish I could join her! My returning to work has changed a lot in my life, including my blogging time.....)
Absolutely - love thyself and thy differences - vive la difference! It's what makes us uniquely us...if only we allow others to see us as we are and not how we fit in.
I liked that very much. You have probably already thought about putting it to music?
I see determination in the stride - and your words.
Interesting take on the prompt everyone trying to get to the other side...where the grass is greener..a hard journey when you try to strut your stuff the best you can...
Wonderful inspiring write...
This was wonderful! Loved it. Thanks for popping in to see me! :)Be a sweetie,Shelia ;)
That is certainly true--though I feel sorry for some headed for NYC (even historically)--a rather tough place to be-- A wonderful line--validation only drug--for many! Thanks, Helen. K.
I used to jump freight trains, and Peggy went me once for a short ride of sixty miles. The best time I had on a train was with a friend on a flat-car that took us from Jackson, Mississippi, to Dallas, Texas. It was such a treat to cross the Mississippi River in such a way and in pretty weather.
For every one accepted there are a hundred rejected. For every hundred accepted, few will become a star. What happened to the rest? There maybe there is wisdom in trying one's best but not quite making it. That is not failure. XX
You've distilled a novel into three stanzas, Helen. That's what I call a tight write!And these lines are so poignant:her psyche ~ a maze of scarsvalidation her drug of choice