Bridget's Life is a Poem I invite you to read. Will you join me?

Sounds like a Student in a college dorm, who is wondering if the decision to even GO to college was a wise one. Kind of Home-sick, but knowing there is a purpose to the mission.

I, for one, am not the least bit offended by your glossary, and am not ashamed to admit that most of those words are not in my vocabulary. As I doubt they are in many. What is more hilarious is folks feigning offence by it, as they open another window and Key-up dictionary.com. Thanks for saving us the trouble,.

It appears someone at college," To learn from books of life’s Motherlode"

"Higher learning is like a fleeting moment" who is really struggling to find an identity and a purpose in life who feels she does not really belong, who shows a "facade" of being a rebel as maybe a psuedo- try it on for size (or maybe disguise) identity.

then in this stanza

I can’t enjoy here, because I belong to there

Holidays back home to accept my douceur

Forgive this jeremiad, as I approach turgid embrace

Can no longer be this person, absquatulate this place

realizes the futality of what she is doing - that it is not real

falls into a trap here:

What happens here with my time and money?

If were not so serious this would all be funny

The clubs, alcohol & cigarettes made me numb

This kind of lifestyle was the rule of thumb

and contemplates religion here:

This all comes down to me so long as I’m alive

Is there One to substitute my guilt and shrive

My identify, here or there, is my responsibility

If this life is worth living it comes not for free

but makes no decision.

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So, I dont feel qualifed to comment to much as I am not sure if I interpreted correctly or not.

I do appreciate the glossary as I am time pressed a bit and would not have looked up the words.

I would appreciate an "add details" before you close this out and let us know your thinking on its meaning.

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On a personal note, I made a decision when I went to UC Bezerkeley!! that I would continue to live my life a certain way and avoid drugs and so forth and rented an apartment to control my destiny better - not all 18 year olds think that way.

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good poem leaves people to think about big issues - what is bigger than "what kind of life do I wish to live??"

Thank you for douceur, never heard that one, and for using the word shrive, I knew of it but don't think I ever heard anyone use it, and as so few words rhyme with alive . I HATE strive. I like this because you are just simple, honest caring mortal Bri in this, the man with all of his mundane troubles same things we all have in our lives, that try to drag spirits down...yet the dang drag-downer disciples can't even come close to it, you rise above and shine like a flaming sword spinning at the gates of Eden.

Hey ya like how I slipped a little alliteration in there?

You can call me Isabelle Ringyn, or Pauline Poetard, if you like. I kind of like that game.

Since I have already expressed some thoughts about this poem previously, I will not iterate them. It is refined and comes very close to elegance. If the language avoided certain prosaic lapses, there would be no breach of this elegance into the pedestrian. I would eliminate the contraction and rework the penultimate stanza. The rest shines.

This is meant to be constructive in every supportive and loving way. I hope you know by now that I would not be randomly critical.

Gosh! Where to begin? Bri, I really like this, especially because you added the glossary...I might claim to know English well, but this was over my head in places.

Beautiful use of the language...REALLY! Spelling is off in a word or so, but doesn't detract from the overall picture.

Wonderful read! You continue to give us INSPIRED pieces. Thank you for that, and for sharing yourself with us.

Your vocabulary, your meter, and its hypnotic rhythm help to draw me in. I do not know Bridget, is she a metaphor?

To me this is the current crisis here in YA!P and for many every day. The constant degradation, cause if your not on this side you on that side. When really your just stuck in the middle getting hit by the stones they are throwing at each other.

Wonderful written

I think this is nicely written, and I like to see people use the word gloaming it is a very poetic word!

Hi. This poem convey a sad feeling, to the character , the World only grows darker, waiting wanting , and hoping to be set free , I think the light will shine again . Thanks for this post. .

this is like it's taking a risk to address the future , Cabochard somewhere the poet dose not belong.

Like 'Boundless and bare / she's clearing her mind even if she's 'dammed ..

Great story poem Bri :)

I agree with J.J It seems to be about someone in an institution,

Which is likely their own mind.Very heart ripping..Bye...