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“Who Do I think I am?

 

Who do I think I am?

 

I often wonder

just who I think

I am

To dare to call

myself

a poet

a writer

a dreamer of dreams?

 

When I see those around me

whose words flow so freely,

seem to flow so gracefully

literally dancing

on the page,

whose words leave me

breathless with anticipation,

luring me in

enticing me with their

sheer audacity,

virtuosity,

and complexity of phrase

and the haunting beauty

of their images

the lingering after effects

of their thoughts

and of their dreams.

 

So, seriously —

Who do I think I am

to dare to call

myself

anything other

than what I am —

Just someone

who feels

who dreams

and has the need

to put words on paper

in some form or fashion.

Nothing quite as free

nor even quite as audacious

Just someone

who does what she can

as best she can

Yet frustrated

knowing that there is more

oh, much more

So much more —

So, Do I really dare to call myself a poet?

Do I really have a choice?

and does it really matter after all?

Joan Walker

3/4/2014

Rainer Maria Ri…

Rainer Maria Rilke
“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Some quotes just beg to be remembered and to be placed somewhere they can be seen often. This is one such quote. I find so much to be garnered from this one quote and want to take the time to think about it and decide how it fits into what I see as my life at present.