Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Alone, Poetry for a Quiet Wednesday

Hi friends.

Here's a poem for you from my younger self (age 11-1/2). Remember when those half and quarter years counted and counted a lot?


I hope you have a quiet Wednesday with some time alone or, well, good ear-muffs.


PS I can't explain the ear-muff thing, especially since I've always lived in California. I do appreciate powerful ear plugs (e.g., 32 decibel noise resistant) nowadays, though.

30 comments:

  1. I can relate to that poem, noise drives me crazy!

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  2. even when you were young you had talent. Love it!

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  3. Ha, that's great! Every hermit should carve that on a wooden plaque and hang it up in his cave. Maybe you could start up a cottage industry selling them on e-bay.

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  4. I love digging out my kiddie writing. Great doodling by the way. :)

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  5. I love this -- should be embroidered on a pillow! :-)

    Pearl

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  6. You showed brilliance even at a young age!

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  7. Fantastic poem. I love the drawing accompanying it.

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  8. I had quite a few diary entries that read like this...until I found out my Mother was reading them ...Jokes was on her though; I made up a secret code. ex:

    Dear Diary,
    My OMmay is getting on my ervesnay.

    I should have been hired by the FBI!!!
    Blessings, Joanne

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  9. I could sit with you and not speak a word! Just the company would be enough.

    Love you!

    John

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  10. I like quiet so I can relate to the ear muff thing for sure....

    You are gifted...even as a child you could write...wow!

    Lisa
    xoxo

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  11. MsA, thanks. Quiet refuels the soul. Doesn't it?

    Timothy, thanks so much. Sometimes I think I've lost talent as I aged. Glad I kept my early writings.

    GB, that's an interesting idea. Perhaps I'll commission you to help me with it.

    Laila, thanks. It's fun looking back.

    Pearl, BB, and TS, I always value your feedback. Thanks so much. Growing up in a chaotic household set the tone for this one.

    Joanne, I LOVE YOUR STORY! I'm still laughing. What a great attempt to pull one over on your OMmay.

    John, aw shucks. I feel the same about you. LYMI and all that mush. xoxo

    Lisa, thank you. Be well, sis.

    xoRobyn

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  12. Such amazing raw talent there, Miss Robyn!

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  13. I'm just stunned you still have that!

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  14. You were so wise even at a young age. Yes alone time and quiet time is so precious. xo

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  15. Awesome poem, and sums up my day. About the ear muff thing--maybe you were just very fashion forward--could have been the prototype for unnecessary winter wear before UGGs took hold in California.

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  16. I knew you were a smart cookie as a kid. All that chocolate helps to build good brain cells, you know!

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  17. Oh that's such a sweet poem!

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  18. Totally innocent and sweet and all the things you should be at 11 1/2 years old! ;)

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  19. Alex, I know. I'm so glad I saved some writing and art from days of very ole. I didn't save this stuff because I thought it/I was special but because it's felt so personal. Never shared these with anyone until I became a blogger. =)

    Julie, funny, I've always been a walking fashion faux pas. I never did the UGGs thing, though. I say they're called "UGG" for a reason, though perhaps they are comfy.
    Welcome to Life by Chocolate!

    Marlene, that's what I always say. At least, I'll always say it from here on out. Thanks!

    Thanks, Gayle and Yvonne.

    Marnie, some people get anxious with alone time. I'm the opposite. Give me my space or you'll be sorry!

    xoRobyn

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  20. "Somewhere where the noise is not."
    Your brilliance was apparent even then!
    Happy Thursday, dearie. :)

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  21. 11 and a half? That is fantastic!
    Just An Observation: it's only kids who amend their ages with "1/2." As I've gotten older, I've dispensed with that homage to advanced age. Up until the very MINUTE of my birth, I always round DOWN. So, until 7:32 PM on July 11, 2012, I'm 53, dammit.
    Which is 371 in dog years. And that is one ancient puppy.

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  22. That is so cute!

    You should print that on a T-shirt. :-)

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  23. This is such a cute poem! And way better than I could come up with now, at 27. Hahaha!! :P

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  24. Kinda curious as to what may have motivated this.

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  25. I think that poem is one of the smartest things I've ever read!!

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  26. KW, a lonely, chaotic childhood motivated this one. I refueled myself through alone time and writing. I'm guessing lots of writers/bloggers can relate.

    Thanks, all. I appreciate your appreciation of this. Have a subdued week's end.

    xoRobyn

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  27. Oooh that's cute.
    Nice work lil Robyn!


    I remember 1978 well. It was the year AFTER Star Wars...
    ;)

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  28. That so precious, and we can see a talented young girl who will grow up and be a writer!

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  29. late again but loved this sombre but totally humorous look on the noisy world...

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  30. This is delightful, Robyn! I'm all about alone time and no loud noises, myself.

    Namaste..........cj

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