Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ When I Think About Myself

“This above all; to thine own self be true.”— Shakespeare


“I am very much aware of my own double self. The well-known one is very under control; everything is planned and very secure. The unknown one can be very unpleasant. I think this side is responsible for all the creative work — he is in touch with the child. He is not rational; he is impulsive and extremely emotional.”—Ingmar Bergman

Midweek Motif ~ When I think About Myself

Let’s begin today with Maya Angelou’s poem When I Think About Myself:

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
A song that's spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke
When I think about myself.

Sixty years in these folks' world
The child I works for calls me girl
I say 'Yes ma'am' for working's sake.
Too proud to bend
Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.

My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell, sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying,
When I think about my folks. 

Do you find time to think about yourself? Even if you don’t you have to do it Now for this week’s Motif’s sake J We want a self-portrait poem this week.
What thoughts rise up when you think of yourself? Is it about the long path you’ve been walking that has almost shaped you? Is it about the small but meaningful and significant moments that have changed you? Is it about the thousand ‘yous’ that’s living within you?

The list can go on and on. Think over and write your lines:

I Am
by John Clare

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest- that I loved the best-
Are strange- nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below- above the vaulted sky. 

My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room, let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather - as skis
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile.

Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—
                (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Lady Liberty)


  1. LOVE the poems pouring forth today. Thank you for this prompt, Sumana. I tried to like another bit of myself today, and succeeded!

  2. Hello everyone! Happy Wednesday. Enjoy :)

  3. That's a really interesting prompt - I had fun working on it. It's good to have linked with PU after a while. I look forward to reading the myriad expressions of all the poets.

  4. Glad to have made it here this week. Thank you Sumana for a very thought provoking prompt!

  5. Hi kids, I am late getting here. I wrote two poems to this prompt and linked the better of the two. The other one is a bit depressing, lol.......looking forward to reading all of your, the hummingbirds are going WILD at the feeders, I can barely keep them full, LOL. I love that. Not as good as a dog, but the best I can do at the moment.

    1. I love that nature supplies you wild animal life where ever you are!

  6. A bit late today, but I will be around to read tonight and tomorrow.

  7. I'm afraid I've arrived very late, due to exam marking and an incident with a dead mouse (which I won't go into!) but I'm glad I made it and am looking forward to reading amazing poems this Friday morning.


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