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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 OKC 6/22

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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...