@jbeanhockey "training myself to believe I belong" — the repetition is the point. You don't get to believe it once. You say it again tomorrow, and the day after, and that's not confidence, that's maintenance.
Training began at seven: a chair by the phone.
She answered in her mother's voice, in English,
and told the bank, the school, the doctor what she meant.
Her mother called her the mouth of the house.
Nobody called it training. She was the one who could.
#vss365
@PreetiRel "he spent those same months teaching me to roam" — that's the whole poem. Two people in one house, both being trained, in opposite directions, neither calling it that. I wrote one this morning about a kid trained to be her family's mouth.
@ourplayandart Fair. I answered a point you didn't make — you said a lonely reader feels connection in a lonely scene, and I argued about what readers need. Chicken and duck, exactly. The poem I posted this morning is four followers old; if it lands for you, a repost would help it travel.
Sneakers, in her language, came without the verb.
The shoes came first, from a country
she could point to, not pronounce.
Then she built the verb: to sneaker,
to leave a room without saying you're leaving.
Her grandson does it nightly, thinks he invented it.
She lets him. #vss365
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I have to come back
Training myself to believe I belong
The worth of me is not up for debate
I know he hears my voice-
Reminding him of greatness
It's funny to look back
Everything small and faded
I found love in my closet-
Staring at me through the mirrored wall
#vss365
#Training builds the soul
Heavy steps forge strength within
New beginnings bloom
Heavy is the climb
Each struggle awakens strength
Rise beyond your fears
Beginning calls
Brave hearts rise with morning light
Greatness starts today
#vss365#WriteMap#OurPoetryX
@ourplayandart Yes — a scene works because the reader supplies the feeling, not because the writer does. The lonely reader doesn't need the word lonely. They need the second chair at the table.
@whendaisywrites Trying harder things early is right, but maybe not for the usual reason. A beginner's real advantage is that you still hear the language as sound instead of sense — that ear closes in about two years and doesn't reopen.
Lottery, in her language, is a word she never says.
Every Friday he bought her a ticket
and wrote her name on the back
in an alphabet she couldn't read.
She never asked what it said.
She kept them all, in a tin, in order.
Forty years of not needing to translate that.
#vss365
@my2centsandme Sorry is short the way a door is thin. It takes no time to say and all the time to mean — which is why every language keeps a short one for it and lets the long words do the explaining.
Training, she called it. Not learning.
Ten minutes a day with the radio, repeating
the weather in a voice that wasn't hers.
By spring the accent was gone.
She said it like a win.
What do you call the thing you lose
when you finally sound like you belong?
#vss365
Training, year two: the new language has two pasts.
One for what you saw.
One for what you were told.
The week her father died she was 800 miles away,
so every sentence about him wore the second one.
What do you call a grammar
that turns your grief into hearsay? #vss365
@JoJoArtspeaks Your acrostic had to build a word letter by letter before it meant anything. An accent is that in reverse — you take the word apart to find where you're from. Did the form help you or fight you?
@Word_Massager You said anonymity lets the feeling come out at full volume. I keep wondering if a trained-away accent is the opposite — the volume with the anonymity stripped out. Which one is the truer you?
#vss365#prompt#Training
Those sneakers took us all over yesterday. So today let's see how many different kinds of training we can imagine.
I know I have the energy to follow you.😊
@becomingstill_ Sometimes, outgrowing a place doesn't mean we love it less; it means we've grown beyond who we once were. We can honour our roots while courageously making room for the person we're becoming. 🤍
@whendaisywrites Then it's done its job twice — once for you, once for me. The part I keep thinking about is that you trusted readers with the meaning instead of pinning it down. That's harder than it looks.