Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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A Reply to the Discouraged Seminarian: There Are 6,000 Reasons to Remain Catholic

CP&S comment. On May 19th we published a disturbing testimony from 1Peter5 by an unnamed seminarian who was about to leave the seminary due to his total disillusionment with the current state of the Church. Finding no point anymore in his vocation to become a priest when the modernist formation he had been receiving denied […]

A Reply to the Discouraged Seminarian: There Are 6,000 Reasons to Remain Catholic


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I am a poet

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They say

all poets

at some point

in time

possess and express

in overabundance

one or two

or three or four

of the traits listed

below:

Moodiness

Instability

Insanity

Eccentricity

and

all poets

are very:

Selfish

Idealistic

Intense

Impulsive

Cynical

Morose

Emotional

and

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and

if it’s true

And

you have these traits

And you live poetry

you might be a poet

Depending upon

the interpretation,

it’s not a bad thing

and

I might be a poet,

too

though

I live in the same world as you

Poetry is my favorite addiction/meditation/recreation/Re-Creation

I adore exploring every beautiful place

in a poet’s universe

I am a poet,

but only in spirit

I’m not like you

You are one of the chosen few

Whose words speak to my heart’s most hidden parts

I cannot pen my adoration to the ones I adore

as elegantly as you do

So, I carry you with me

I invite you into my most secret place

beneath an ancient oak

whose massive branches hang like arms

forming a cradle covered by a canopy of leaves

It’s my secret room I want to share with you

I gently lay you down on a bed of of grass

next to me as I sit in the sacred silence

I open your pages

I read your poems

Your magic is who you are

You paint in colors

that never existed before

Yes, you are a poet

You often lie between the pages

of Sylvia Plath

and Rossetti

or Robert Frost,

as Bukowski

flutters in the wind,

waiting impatiently

for me to finish

I read your last word

I let you slip away into the pages of places

I can only see in the dreams you write for me

I wait to once again taste your poetry

for I am a poet too, in spirit

and

I’m in love

with every poet and poem

whose kindred words

have touched my shore

~

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