PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

  Thanks Starward-Led, for:   Thanks Starward-Led, for laying that out and inspiring some more thought through R136a1. And I hope no more shops close up as poetry comes in alll shapes and sizes. 

Good to hear, thanks: Good to hear, thanks

...be low and rooted, words: ...be low and rooted, words blooming, breaking ground.

Nicely penned work here.: Nicely penned work here. Couldn't agree with you more.

What a moving and courageous: What a moving and courageous piece. This reads like the unfolding of a soul reclaiming its voice after being silenced, stifled, and sidelined for far too long. The narrative arc; from trauma and exclusion to triumph, purpose, and reinvention, is deeply affecting. Your journey is profoundly inspiring and a quiet triumph over trauma, misjudgment, and invisibility. The decision to return to study, not just as necessity but as a reclaiming of self-worth, is courageous. You didn’t just rebuild—you rewrote the narrative entirely. What strikes me most is your purpose: to become the guide you never had. You chose to break a cycle of exclusion by opening doors for others. That kind of empathy-led ambition is powerful. Your path through academia as a mature-aged, disabled student couldn’t have been easy. And yet, you excelled. You challenged expectations, first others’, then your own. That someone could steal your early work after all this, is devastating. But your response, to create more, share more, and still teach speaks of your character and integrity. The literary world gains something rare in your return: experience shaped by persistence, a voice sharpened by adversity, and a mission driven by compassion. I can’t wait to see the poetry and insight you share next. They won’t just inform—they’ll continue to inspire.

Thank you, Sir.  Coming from: Thank you, Sir.  Coming from you, that is a great compliment, and I deeply appreciate it.

Thank you, a thousand times: Thank you, a thousand times over, for this kind of understanding.  Your shrewd understanding, evidenced in your comment, has perfectly explicated the poem and my intention for it.  My mother and her five sibs were First Generation Americans, children of two "right off the boat" immigrants.  Her father was one of the "dirty Irish" who were treated, in the early 20th century, similarly to the way our society treats Hispanic immigrants and transients now.