I have copied and pasted the entire comment below. I think you only saw a few paragraphs of it. I really want you to know the back story. Plus there is a part about “blowing smoke” that I think will make you chuckle.I note below in bold where I think you stopped.
Ok. My friend. Here it is. I was going to add this part to my response to your lovely comment to my funny little Silver Lining poem. But I would rather do this now and here.
The cool thing is that you read so many of my posts ( which is such a treat for me… thank you). Yet what I want to tell you involves a post you have not yet read. It is so great to be able to tell you the story behind that poem.
I will link the poem at the end of this note to you.
Actually Rigopoula, I wanted to officially dedicate the poem to you as my inspiration for digging deeper into my writing. Yet I did not do that dedication, as much as I wanted to, because I would be horrified if anyone took that dedication the wrong way and thought I even hinted at comparing my writing to yours. (I think you only saw the part to here, there are 10 more paragraphs…short ones!!)
A favorite expression around here when someone gives a huge compliment is “Are you blowing smoke up my ass?” 😊 Don’t know if you use that expression in Greece, but I bring it up here to assure you of my sincerity. I said it earlier: I am in awe of your writing. I think that I will never get enough of your words.
That your writing could help me evolve even a tiny bit, as a writer..well…that is a thrilling thought.
So here is what happened. I had another heart-wrenching talk on the phone with one of my sisters the other night. Notice that I wrote “another”. This has been going on since the beginning of time.😕
Following that conversation, I was so troubled and conflicted that I wrote a poem about it. When I read it back to myself, I knew I could not publish it.
The first reason being that I would never want my sister to see it or know it was about her. Regardless of anything, I love her and would not want to upset her. The way I wrote it…she would have known in a second.
Second reason: the poem in my opinion, was weak. It did not bring the pain to the forefront in a way that it should. Simple summary: I thought my first version sucked.
But I could not get away from the aching need to write about the scenario…so…I really did say to myself…What would Rigopoula do? How would she write it?
Well girl. I wrote something then, channeling as best as I could, your energy. Not your words or your style. Those two in the poem are my own. But I could feel your energy as I wrote it. Strongly.
I actually think it is my best piece. Better than “Loving My Friend” that was curated by Medium. Better than “Immersion” that was not curated.
Here it is my dear, dear friend. I hope you like it. I don’t think I could have written it without you. It doesn’t hold a candle to your wonderful writing but as a Suzanne V. Tanner piece, I like it. The emotion in it does make me want to cry. You helped me bring that out in my words. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. xxxooo
