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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Esprit de Corps - 1. Chapter 1

Untitled Poem #1

I am from identifying birds from description while seated cross-legged on the floor.

I am from fresh peanut butter fudge simmering on the stove.

I am from snow angels and snow forts and ice skating in the back yard.

I am from dirty hands and beautiful flowers.

I am from curling up in the closet surrounded by my favorite books.

I am from writing stories based on those books.

I am from riding my bike until the streetlights came on.

I am from drinking from the hose and coming home when hungry.

I am from galloping plastic horses in the garden.

I am from riding breathing horses, jumping and cantering to freedom.

I am from walking to school, no matter what Mother Nature threw at me.

I am from independence, walking it off, and always getting back on.

I am from Generation X.

 

 

Untitled Poem #2

I have no mentors like me.

They can all walk and talk and try to get my contracted limbs to do the same.

It’s exhausting.

Sometimes I just want to lay in bed and not deal with it all.

But I can’t even do that because

they took the choice away from me,

forcing me to go where they stretch arms and legs that don’t want to,

making me communicate the only way I know how;

screaming my frustration and pain.

I have a computer that will talk for me.

I just have to press the buttons.

I know where they are; I just don’t want to speak.

I feel the other’s frustration and wonder

if they realize it’s nothing compared to my own.

Then I met her.

She used a wheelchair.

She had cerebral palsy too.

She was like me.

And she taught people how to communicate.

My computer became a source of joy.

We played games

and had fun

and communicated.

Life had meaning again.

If you read my weekly anthology blogs, then these will look familiar. I look forward to reading your thoughts about these. Thank you to Aditus for his help making these poems better.
Copyright © 2025 Valkyrie; All Rights Reserved.
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Val, poem 1 is an interesting list of accomplishments as throughout different stages of your life.  Some are obviously from childhood, such as riding "a bike until the streetlights came on" and "walking to school, no matter what Mother Nature threw at me."   I would imagine "drinking from the hose and coming home when hungry" was also from a younger viewpoint, but I don't believe that's a wise choice, due to the chemicals used in making some hoses or the possible use of lead.  I could relate to other comments, such as "I just want to lay in bed and not deal with it all" and "curling up in the closet surrounded by my favorite books." 

Poem 2 was an interesting look at the life of a person with disabilities.  Sometimes we don't stop to think about what they go through, but you stated the difficulty with tasks so clearly that I was able to feel the frustration of their situation very clearly.  Thank you for doing that.  :heart: 

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Poem #1 sounded so much like my life (born in 1948) that I didn't understand the purpose of the last line. After some thought, I want to believe it means "Things haven't changed as much as we might think. Childhood and growing up are still times of innocent fun, growing appreciation of the world around us, and achieving independence." Whether that was the purpose or not, I am happy thinking that the resilience of the human spirit will always prevail, generation upon generation.

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Poem #2 reminds me to two important things. First, those who are differently-abled are real people with challenges I have never had to face, but every bit as filled with joy and sorrow, pain and comfort, and needs that many around them do not see. Second, it brought home that wonderful feeling of relief when we meet someone who completely understands our trials and tribulations--who sees beyond our differences. Two years ago, the worst thing that ever happened in my life occurred without warning. Before I could sink into despair and self-hate, others rallied around me and shared their similar experiences. It made all the difference in my healing and growth. I thank them every day.

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On 4/17/2025 at 7:57 AM, Bill W said:

Val, poem 1 is an interesting list of accomplishments as throughout different stages of your life.  Some are obviously from childhood, such as riding "a bike until the streetlights came on" and "walking to school, no matter what Mother Nature threw at me."   I would imagine "drinking from the hose and coming home when hungry" was also from a younger viewpoint, but I don't believe that's a wise choice, due to the chemicals used in making some hoses or the possible use of lead.  I could relate to other comments, such as "I just want to lay in bed and not deal with it all" and "curling up in the closet surrounded by my favorite books." 

Poem 2 was an interesting look at the life of a person with disabilities.  Sometimes we don't stop to think about what they go through, but you stated the difficulty with tasks so clearly that I was able to feel the frustration of their situation very clearly.  Thank you for doing that.  :heart: 

Poem 1 was meant to be an homage to childhood memories.  I remember walking home from school once in a literal blizzard, and a streetlight actually blew over right in front of me O.O  My mom picked me up shortly after that and wanted to know why I didn't wait for her.  I just shrugged.  Walking home is just what we did back then.  Now I would definitely not drink from a hose, but back in the '80s we didn't really think about any potential contaminants.  

Poem 2 is based on a true story.  Maybe one of these days I will feature a poem collection about the people I work with.  

Thank you for your comments and reading.  I appreciate it!  

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On 4/18/2025 at 9:18 AM, Tim Hobson said:

Poem #1 sounded so much like my life (born in 1948) that I didn't understand the purpose of the last line. After some thought, I want to believe it means "Things haven't changed as much as we might think. Childhood and growing up are still times of innocent fun, growing appreciation of the world around us, and achieving independence." Whether that was the purpose or not, I am happy thinking that the resilience of the human spirit will always prevail, generation upon generation.

There are a lot of common childhood experiences across generations, probably more so with the baby boomers, Gen X, and millenials.  One thing I love about poetry is the different takeaways from different readers.  I wanted to embrace some of the stereotypical Gen X experiences, but I really like your thought about things not changing as much as we might think.  I agree about the resilience of the human spirit prevailing.  I know the younger generations tend to get a lot of grief, but I see some great things coming from them.  

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On 4/18/2025 at 9:24 AM, Tim Hobson said:

Poem #2 reminds me to two important things. First, those who are differently-abled are real people with challenges I have never had to face, but every bit as filled with joy and sorrow, pain and comfort, and needs that many around them do not see. Second, it brought home that wonderful feeling of relief when we meet someone who completely understands our trials and tribulations--who sees beyond our differences. Two years ago, the worst thing that ever happened in my life occurred without warning. Before I could sink into despair and self-hate, others rallied around me and shared their similar experiences. It made all the difference in my healing and growth. I thank them every day.

Finding someone who's been through the same tough times as us, knowing that we're not alone in a difficult journey is so motivating and comforting.  I'm glad you were able to find that when you experienced your event.  Thanks for reading and commenting.  I enjoyed reading your comments. 

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