Now that I put you through 7 chapters of Pivotal Moments, here I summarize in verse.
But this is also a perfect example of “control freak” versus “free spirit.” I wrote the poem on the left first (or top depending on how you’re viewing this). Restrained and methodical was the critique, each verse formatted exactly the same. So I rewrote it and ended with the one on the right (or bottom), breezier, conversational. Leave a comment and let me know which you prefer.
What makes you, you? I was asked. I am the product of my environment, my upbringing. Divorced parents, sick brother Loss, abandonment, death Everywhere. Wars that build a tough outer shell Called Wonder Woman. What makes you, you? Currently. I am the product of my intention, my creation. Choosing to live versus exist. An interior designer Redesigned. Committed to a vibrant life. I make me, me. What makes you, you? I consider. Everyone and everything leaves an imprint, a ripple. We recognize ancestry Not hundreds of strangers Encounters. I affect a homeless person? I am affected. What makes you, you? I suspect. Identification with eyes mirrored back, the beloved. Not the I’s in the mirror. Self remnants left behind Unnoticed. My surge, your billow, vibrations Ripple everywhere.
What makes you, you? I often ponder My environment, upbringing The loss, abandonment Death everywhere Scars that form a tough outer shell I named Wonder Woman For better and worse But no I decide I create With intention Chose life over existence Give new meaning too Interior Designer I make me, me. No Everyone leaves an imprint Everything a ripple Those before Those ahead Encounters Effect by affect My surge, your billow, vibrations ripple everywhere We make us