Do You See What I See?

While cleaning out some boxes recently, I stumbed upon an old notebook full of poetry I had written when I was a teenager. A loooooooooooong time ago. Like in the early 70’s. As a matter of fact, the poems I discovered had actually been typed out, not on a computer keyboard, but on a typewriter. (Does everyone still remember what a typewriter is?)

As long as I can remember, I’ve loved to write. As a young girl, I wrote poems and animal stories. In my teen years, my poetry gave full expression to the drama of teenage angst. I spent hours and hours pouring my heart out on paper in those days. Remember, cell phones, instant messaging, e-mail, and texting did not exist yet. In other words, I had lots of time alone in my room to think and write. Yes, I had friends, but I was certainly not in communication with them “twenty-four/seven” like we seem to be today.

I thought it would be fun to share a couple of my poems with you. Hope you enjoy my “blast from the past”.

Untitled Poem 1
by Terrie v.B., dated 26 November 1974

at night
when flowers are empty
(sightless)
the children shout in their dreams
for taking a sweat bath in bed
i know
before falling awake
that the baskets are filled with sand
so heavy
(so heavy)

Untitled Poem 2
by Terrie v.B., dated 21 January 1973 

on my way
I passed a window
music whispered
and swept lingeringly over my soul
so on that warm eve
I rested
I listened

the unknown musician
strummed lightly
bringing me so close to love
I almost knew
what it meant to be loved
I waited
to see a face
or a curtain pulled aside
but the breeze just kept coaxing the time along
until for once in my life
I knew how it felt
just to be