An Advantage

There’s an advantage
to being picked last.
In far left field,
I had plenty of time
to plant some stories,
watching them
bloom in my mind
only for me,
until the bell rang.

Now that I am grown,
having known the delight of strength and speed,
when the metal leaves my will,
when scarlet whirlpools drain me,
when I wish
for at least the gracelessness of my youth,
I remember
those seeds planted in far left field.

But this time,
this time I am brave.
I plant.
Then I pick a bouquet.


Image used with kind permission of artist Reba White who has a 
blog and Facebook page devoted to dealing with depression and anxiety.




This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Creativity and Pain)

26 comments:

  1. Absolutely wonderful, Rommy! I never could catch a ball, anyway.

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    1. Maybe if I spent less time day dreaming I might have learned to catch one, but I'm cool with how things turned out :)

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  2. Rommy, identified completely, so hard never being picked, but it helps nurture talents, those seeds that grow in beautiful posies, while those flowers picked so early, well, maybe withered and dry now... It's your time Rommy, enjoy :)

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    1. It's amazing the perspective that time brings. I certainly am enjoying the view from here.

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  3. Nice work and the art is lovely as well. We are all digging deep and coming up with interesting stuff.
    Hey maybe we will survive this 30 poems in 30 days thing. :-o (She says on Day 2. ;-)

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    1. LOL, hey poetry is not normally my thing, so I feel very accomplished so far!

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  4. Pain is a terribly effective teacher, though often it seems good for nothing, bad for everything--this shows us how to find the hidden bloom. I love your choice of artwork as well, and happy to begin this April journey in your company.

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    1. It's amazing what you can find growing when you're out in left field. Without that solitude, I might have missed it.

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  5. Mmmmmm...my mind is now wandering fields of flowers birthed from hibernating seeds :D XXX

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    1. Seeds have some amazingly long hibernating power :)

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  6. "When scarlet whirlpools drain me", I so identified with this! It is true that we have no clue of the freedom we carry inside us when we are young. The wisdom to be brave and pick your own bouquet is a gift. Thank you for the beautiful piece and for sharing Reba's marvelous art!

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  7. Love the poem, Rommy! Thank for sharing my painting <3 If I can touch peoples lives in a positive way through my art or writing, I feel blessed. Depression and anxiety are ugly, but sometimes gives birth to amazing things.

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    1. Your painting is just amazing and I'm honored you gave me permission to use it :)

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  8. "Those seed planted in a far left field"

    As a fellow soul always destined to be picked last in sports, I wonder how many seeds of imagination took root in those far off fields. Love the imagery.

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    1. I'm enjoying rediscovering those seedlings and finding out what they'll be when they are grown.

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  9. Rommy, this goes right to the bone and touches the marrow. I can see the child doing the best with what was there... And then I see the woman, making what's there into what it needs to be. May the blooms be glorious!

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  10. This I like. I'd love to pick out the bits I like, as I usually do, but I think "I like this" is what I want to say. Sometimes that's enough.

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    1. And that's good enough for me :)

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  11. I always got picked last. I was a scrawny kid who was terrible at sports. If I knew now that they can't really fail you at high school I would have just refused to do sport completely! Writing was always a lot better!

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    1. Yeah, who knew the life skill I got out of team sports would be getting good at making up things in my head? :)

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  12. I spent a lot of time in far left field too, LOL!

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    1. I think a lot of folks end up there :D

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  13. Amen! So true. I create mostly for my own amusement, but I love it when others are amused.

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    1. It's fun when you can let others in on the jokes and they smile too :)

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