A Nostalgic Look at my Famous Poetress Years

Just found this buried in the bottom of a file cabinet. It’s my journal from my junior and senior years of high school and it is some serious stress relief! It comes from my famous poetress period. Here, I’ll show you by copying an excerpt from one of the (she clears her throat) more interesting ones…

Give me a tree to sit in with my multi-colored mind, way behind the gait of society. The drums rock my multi-colored mind, pounding out the thoughts that hide inside the wide tide of awareness.

If you wish to explain my thoughts static train, you’ll need to visit my mutil-colored mind where no one ever returns with all their marbles, to play with the other kids who know where they’re going, and where they’ve been, and who they are, and why they are.

I have none of those answers but I like to stay inside my mutil-colored mind and play around the with the probable answers that have no meaning once they escape my multi-colored planning board. I’m a Suthern lady, suh, don’t trouble me with yo’ nasty meddling. A gentleman doesn’t mess with a lady’s mind even if it is multi-colored.

 🙂 Y’all still with me? I think the theme here was multi-colored. What say you?

Hugs,
Shellie

Comments

  • June 18, 2011

    Hey Miss Shellie! I have a book or two around here with ‘deep’ poetry, too.*
    Personally I think a writer has to look inside AND out And beyond to be as good as you.
    Looks like you’re doing all three.
    Hugs!

    *(me, I hid mine. You’re one brave woman!)

  • Samdra Smith
    June 17, 2011

    You give me much food for thought with your excerpt…I am searching for the right words to say here but I think I need to read more…

  • Mary Yetta
    June 17, 2011

    Maybe that multi-colored mind finally gave way to all the talking voices in your head. Thus we have these great books. I am finishing up “Sue Ellen Ain’t Fat” and hope you will have another book come from your multicolored mind or the many voices in your head.

  • Pam Gurule
    June 17, 2011

    Shellie, I found a stash of note pads from my “youth” that contained my wandering prose. But yours is much better versed:) Mine was darker and, well, it did rhyme…or I think it did. You are so special, and this proves that you always have been.

  • mydismalswamp
    June 17, 2011

    This tells me a lot about you, and was a huge hint, no, it actually speaks volumes about where you find yourself today.

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