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As I Began To Understand Virginia Woolf

as i began to understand Virginia Woolf
her voice from a room of her own
i realized i was upon a mountain
she had exposed the molehill it was
the dirt soon revealed a tunnel
entering it opened a new horizon
where i finally fully grasped the world
surrounding Jane Austen
in that moment the mist upon the horizon
disappeared and i could finally grasp
her words between the lines
denied a seat upon the Parthenon
forbidden attending The School of Athens
she displays the truth about her gender
that soft restraint we find in mother
its wisdom resplendent
in that hardened fist of reality
covered in a glove of soft lamb
we forgive ignorance
or become yet another in the mirror
who denies the freedom the world
breathes in every breath
the child's first cry
should echo, i am born free
deserving a room of my own
all warrant the miracle life is
nascent in the gratitude within

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Vickey Rhymer

Date: 8/7/2023 11:57:00 PM

Agree with Joe Timothy,an absolute masterpiece honed and deliberate in its execution.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 8/6/2023 3:14:00 PM

should echo, i am born free deserving a room of my own. We all do dear friend, but often we need to learn to live in it, despite the world's perception of us, thanks for sharing this view, of truth and honesty :)

Joe Dimino

Date: 8/6/2023 8:54:00 AM

Wow! A masterpiece. Great use of language, well crafted, understandable yet not sacrificing depth, a rare gift in a writer. " -- Wow! The freedom of the world vs the freedom of self,"inseparably linked though often diametrically opposed -- difficult to escape the consequences. You get a Fav! from me, Tim. Thank you for sharing.

Suzette Richards

Date: 8/3/2023 8:07:00 AM

Don't we all fill the pockets of our overcoats with the rocks of convention? She had a regime where she would write for only a few hours during the morning and lived life on her own terms the rest of the time - even in her unhappy marriage. I often ask myself whether the path to insight is via a disturbed mind, or whether we, the reader, is disturbed by the naked truth?

Suzette Richards
Date: 8/3/2023 10:29:00 AM

Likewise... I enjoy your poetry.

Timothy Ray
Date: 8/3/2023 8:30:00 AM

the creative mind, my dear colleague is a war zone where moments of ataraxia are when we dance with the muses...the true seeker basks in enlightenment, how well you wear the pinions of truth says it all in the smile beneath the crown of thorns....thank you, loved your poem...