The centrifugal force of words washed over her, swirled around her, made her dizzy. ‘But that’s what shrinks do’, she figured, watching with increasing numbness as the man’s lips kept moving, making words that increasingly seemed to dissipate and dissolve […]
Poems about experience.
These are not just poems, but also essays.
They relate the personal experiences of the writer, and as such differ wildly. Some deal with how she felt about being an artist given her gender and limited eyesight. Some of them deal with a general feeling of loss and disillusion.
The poems are primarily a person looking back or withing, thereby reflecting on the present. The child I was is still pesent with me today, whether I want it or not. In youth one cannot excel, since one tries too hard – and above all, too hard to please.
Things like that, and more. And more to come.