I like your poem. Not sure if it is intentional, but I read the first two lines of each stanza slower and the second two lines faster. Slow, slow, fast fast. The slow lines are talking about relaxing outside alone, the fast lines are about the reality of it.
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I had a pattern like that in my head when I wrote it and I'm glad to read that it came across that way.
Though I messed up in the "hear" stanza. I like to pretend it symbolises the reality catching up and leaving no room for relaxation. But I really just couldn't think of a rhyme for "chirp" 😂
Thanks for posting! I like this poem.
When I was young I used to spend a lot of time alone in the city at night but I was always sneaking around and would even sniff the air to see if I could smell anyone coming. So that bit about the sweat really resonated with me.
This is amazing. I would like to see more user-generated content and discussion in this community, so yes, it's very welcome indeed, though I'm so sorry that your poem rings true for me and probably for most women.
I looked after my friends huge German Shepherd for a few months, one of my favourite things was walking at night without worrying. I'd be out and men would cross the street to avoid him, even the really dodgy looking ones with the hoods up. I could take the shortcut down the alley or walk in the park.
I don't have the lifestyle for a big scary dog, but that feeling just for a bit was amazing.
I get it, it really sounds amazing to feel free to do that and not worried for once.
Unfortunately I'm very much not a dog person, especially not a big dog person.
It's less the dog thing, more that it's a pain that we can't do that normally. Like that's what guys can do all the time, just not think about it.
Yes! That's what made me write the poem. It's so unfair. Sometimes I get really angry about it and sometimes just sad.