The Ghost of poetry past

I found another box of poetry done in my early days and this is about that finding and rereading of those writings

I found a box of old poetry, crumbled and tossed in so carelessly.

This me of a bygone day,

Her words, at the time stumbled around and seemed as if they were trying to walk on broken glass.

Treading lightly .

Every once in awhile the control is lost and those words cut themselves and bleed, only then does it feel like the real me,

the flesh and blood me, the me I now believe in,

only in her infancy..

I found a box of old poetry, crumbled and tossed in so carelessly.

This girl knew too little about life and speculated with such abandon.

The wild dreams and insecurities are never put aside,

and though she knew so little, her poetry never lied.

Naomi Montana Walsh

Author's Note

This is about how we can sometimes see ourselves as a whole different person when we read past ponderings.

Reviews

[aaaa]

I have done the same thing before, gone back through old journals and notebooks and think to myself "was it even me who wrote this". Writing styles can change a lot, but at your core you can find pivotal things that define your style as a whole.

[bluessadmood]

like i say this is how poetry used to define me..
used to be nothing but words walking and stumbling through her way
full of poison weeds and broken glass it used to bleed me
funny but this was always the way i remembered me ,sweet me
running full of life but bleeding like to die,still that was me i used to believe
always knew nothing of life ,but i just let myself dream and forsee
dreams ,insecurities and fears..still those words i remember ,would never die
how great ,how refreshing..its emerging new life
lovely write..

[Doctor JKC]

It's quite revealing and a lovely look
into the former I's and what was shed and what remains.
Treasured bits.
I have one called Yesterdays Paper, which is awful,
but caught the mind of an obsessed 13 y/o with
one Maureen. What a vamp!
Jack

[Aimee Mahathy]

Wow, I love this!
It's very true~
I like this thought when it comes to our previous writing, rather than my own of "How stupid!" or "Oh, how horrible!" when I re-read what I wrote when I was younger.
The final line in this is brilliant. It strikes me with such honesty, ironic, given the content of the line, that I don't think I'll forget this for a while.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Just like our souls our poetry grows with us... so to look back on the older stuff can be a trip when you realize how simple it might be to what you right now, but as you say the heart never lied, was maybe more naive at the time the words flowed... I know I look at my early stuff and think, was this really me. Great write, I konw I can relate.