Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun 30/03/20:  Snapshots of our Lives
(posted by Kim)
“I’m Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, your host for this Haibun Monday. For my challenge, I ask you to go back into your archives to search for an autobiographical poem, one of which you are particularly fond or one that lends itself to the task in hand.”

As a child, I wrote short stories.  Then, nothing for years.
While working in the circus ring of Wall Street, I began
writing short stories again as a personal escape.

A good friend persuaded me to let him read some of my work.
He loved it, spent weeks persuading me to take a class.
Mustering up what tiny amount of courage I had, I signed
up for classes at NYU. A changed person left that room,
with solid information and critique. I moved forward.

How sad that when I found my niche in poetry, I could not
share it with my friend. His life ended September 11th.

in mother’s warm nest
wee robin afraid to fly
coaxed softly, he soared


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Encouragement

  1. msjadeli says:

    Sara, this hurts to read. I wish he could have watched you spread your wings.


  2. rothpoetry says:

    I love how your haiku fits so well with our story! You learned very well from your classes! Sad your friend is not here to celebrate that!


  3. memadtwo says:

    A friend that helps us fly is the best kind. But I sense that his presence remains for you. (K)


  4. Kathleen Kittleman says:

    The end just blew me to tears! This is beautiful art.


  5. How sad not to be able to see it through with your friend


  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    There are special people who touch our lives in ways we only recognize in retrospect. It’s sad that your friend cannot see how you flourished under his encouragement. Thank you for sharing your story.


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