Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Finding an old poem, and forgotten wisdom

Once again I'm procrastinating. I should be writing a paper right now, but instead I've been going through some of my old poetry. Here's an autobiographical poem I wrote freshman year of high school for an assignment. It seems hard to believe that was six years ago. If you've read any of my other posts you've probably gathered that I'm in the process of getting to know myself again. Reading this poem I realized just how well I knew myself at that point in my life. I guess I sort of forgot that I was thinking all these things and internalized them. It's nice to see that what defines me at my core really hasn't changed that much. It's also nice to see that I've actually done some of the things on my "life" to do list. I'd say this poem defines me as much today as it did then. Enjoy!
[Note: I haven't updated the people in my family or any other parts of the poem except removing God from the last line after "Resident of," because it didn't make any sense, and adding a comma after "life" in the same line.]

Sarah Elizabeth
Artist, poet, Christian
Sister to Jack, daughter to Beth and Louis, granddaughter to Litty, Sally, David Sr., and Carlos Sr., great-granddaughter to Elizabeth Jones, niece to David and Billye, Catherine and Phil,  Robert and Melissa, and Carlos Lee Jr. and Mary, cousin to Helen, David 3rd, Rebecca, Ashley, Luke, Tucker, Clark, and x
Lover of art, history, books, musicals, poetry, the first spring bloom of roses, Greek mythology, the renaissance, fairy tales, and all things bright and beautiful
Who feels that life is a game in which we are all merely pawns placed in different ways, the only difference between the pawns in chess and us is that we in life are given a choice, to skip ahead while destroying the opponent or to wait and let all the other pawns pass by, or we to wait and eventually reach our goal while achieving greater personal wisdom by helping others along the way
Who needs the comfort of friends, hot coco steaming on a cold winter day, and knowing that God is there
Who gives everyone a chance, thought to life, and help to those who need it, be they friend or foe
Who fears the ultimate power of knowledge, the possibility of world destruction, and not fulfilling her destined life
Who would like to travel the globe, touch people, see the world's most beautiful gardens, see the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, have coffee in a small café in Paris overlooking the city of ancient gaiety, travel to Rome and see Michelangelo’s timeless masterpieces, make an impact on the world, and see those most mysterious corners of the world
Resident of life, forever trapped until death in a human world
Ygartua

3 comments:

  1. Hello Elizabeth! Welcome to Passage Paradis - nice to have you visiting.

    Nice blog you have here. Some of the stuff you're working on is very ambitious and you are so young! You will get there! It's the journey, not the destination, ultimately. There will always be new destinations. Cheers!

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  2. Darling daughter I hadn't checked your blog in a while b/c it seemed you were taking a hiatus and today I discover 3 new entries! Perhaps I will make a more pithy comment when I'm not at work. But very impressive, of course!

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  3. Thanks to both of you. It's always good to hear encouraging comments.

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