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    The Bartender is Beautiful

    The Bartender is Beautiful

    When she told me how she cried when her kids ate her ice cream
    I realized how beautiful she was.
    The sadness that spoke from her eyes
    When she spoke of her missed bowl of ice cream it made me realize how much she loves
    And doesn’t get loved

    She works day in and day out to give her kids the world and at the end of the day, all she wants is a bowl of ice cream and to feel safe
    To be a mother must be the loneliest

    Her smile could light up a room if given half the chance.
    But some women look more stunning sad
    To see her proud, strong, and secure would be a joy.
    Would she still have her sad beauty though?
    Confidence is sold as a crime in this country
    I wish I could give her some of mine

    Sarah
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    • Sarah,

      This is an absolutely beautiful poem. It paints a picture in my mind as I read the words. While it has sadness as it’s undertone you focused on beauty and connected with this reader on a very deep level. The connotation between love and the bowl of ice cream is a powerful imagery tool. Best yet is it allows a visual tool to connect us to love. I really enjoyed reading it and I thank you for sharing it with us.

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      • Wow. Thank you so much Roger. That means a lot to me. I really enjoyed writing this poem. I am overjoyed that you enjoyed reading it. I think it is sometimes strangers that can make us think differently about aspects of life. Kind of like seeing something familiar in a new light. Thank you again. I truly appreciate it. Thank you for your feedback

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        • You’re quite welcome! I’m a pretty advid poet behind the scenes. I applaud you for writing poetry because sometimes it can be very difficult to convey what you want to say. From rhyming to stanza structure it is a challenge to do all of this in a way that a reader connects to. You’ve done that beautifully here.

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    • This poem is incredible. You can really tell from this point of view how in touch the person is with the bartender. The person feels her pain and wants to give her joy. The mother is hard working and just needed a break to enjoy her Ice cream but with her overload of children its hard to take a break from that. Many people can relate to this poem that have children.

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      • I am so happy you said that people with children could relate to the poem. I don’t have children so I was worried that it would come across as oversimplification of what it must feel like to have children. I am glad you felt connection with the characters so to speak. That was what I was really trying to convey. That a simple moment can hold beauty and sadness all at once

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      This is an incredible poem, Sarita! It makes you want the best for the bartender and her kids. I love the world you created in your poem. The dedication the mom has to make sure her kids are okay is amazing. I hope she eats as much ice cream as she can to give her heart joy! Thank you for sharing this powerful poem.

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      • She needs to alter her approach and maybe even get help planning a new way to communicate and heal her relationships with them.

        Healing the Damage

        I greet your anger with peace.
        I greet your envy with love.
        I greet your guilt with hope.
        I center myself in the beauty of spirit.
        Your arrows bend around me, they dissipate.
        I lay down my ego, creating space.
        Intending only peace and joy,
        I see your perfection in every miraculous cell

        I greet my guilt with kindness.
        I greet my frustration with peace.
        I greet my reflection with love.
        My arrows vanish into bands of dust.
        I lay my ego down, making space.
        Intending only peace and joy,
        I see my perfection in every miraculous cell.

        The dust of conflict, the remnants of our arrows,
        transform into sparks of pure energy.
        Fueled by expansive spirit,
        sparkling, they spiral about and through us,
        creating abundance.

        © Kit Minden

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