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When I first entered school, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my diploma, I thought I knew everything.
When I first entered college, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my degree, I thought I knew everything.
When I first entered the workforce, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my first promotion, I thought I knew everything.
When I first entered parenthood, I didn’t know anything.
. . . Some things never change.
Another creative writing experiment!
Around or so a year ago I wrote a short story humbly entitled ‘Life’. It was based on the germ of an idea which I expanded into an 800 word flash fiction piece for a writing contest. I came across the story last week in my OneNote archives and found with time and distance I wasn’t happy with it after all. (I’m not sure if that’s part of the process of perspective or if it’s a symptom of my inner critic.) I still found myself drawn to the theme and so I wasn’t content to simply leave it in its newly recognized, inglorious form and wanted to resurrect it (pun intended). However, rather than simply rewriting it, I decided to reincarnate it (yes, another pun) in a different form – a poem. (more…)
by John Rea-Hedrick
Monday, November 10, 2008
I look each morning toward the sun
and find a new veil, freshly hung.
In vain I seek to break to the bond
to see what truth lies just beyond
this ragged fringe I comprehend,
which like a shattered prism bends
my each attempt to know what’s true,
to see it in its naked hue
and own for once the smallest part
of something real within my heart.
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