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Poetorialist
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November 2011 Featured Poet
Completionist
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Christine Redderoth-Roderick |
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Christine
Redderoth-Roderick is a Connecticut based writer who has spent the last
16 years working in education. A mother of two
teenage daughters, Christine was an avid writer before starting her
family. She was inspired to revisit her craft when she discovered MWW
poetry prompts on Facebook.
Her special talent is long form completion, where her
narrative style is compelling and highly original.
A passionate and dedicated professional, she found her true
calling six
years ago while working in a resource setting with middle school age
children with learning disabilities. The level of creativity it takes
to find what works for each child's individual learning style is a
challenge
and something she incorporates when completing the image
prompts for MWW.
She has a general Liberal Arts diploma
but secretly fantasizes about a degree in English.
Christine
can
be found completing prompts on Twitter @cmerr24.
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POVERTY*
The children huddled together.
Supporting each other,
supporting themselves with
the warmth of the other.
They could feel the heat off their bodies.
They could hear the gentle sound
of hearts' beating.
They were cognitive of the blood
moving through their veins.
Words, if spoken, said
what was already known amongst them.
Their love had no boundaries
for they had a shared experience.
They were alone.
*written
in response to a prompt on child poverty in early 20th century London
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THE WEIGHT OF WATER
The white capped waves,
the
rolling thunder.
We
hit each one hard.
We
rose to the top and crashed as
we
ascended to the other side.
The
sea is so unforgiving,
and
yet so loving.
The
soft feel of the water as
it
rushes over your skin.
The
weight as it pulls you under.
The
gentle reflections of light.
The
harsh darkness at night.
Its
surface, smooth as glass.
Its
waves hard and fast.
The
wind stirs a roughness
only
a few will ever see.
It
pulls you in, it pulls you up,
it
leaves you adrift
in
the middle of nowhere.
It
takes you places you'd never imagined.
It's
open, it's closed.
It
is the path that our lives followed.
We
come up for air and
occasionally
we drown.
On
a beautiful, sun drenched day
we
sail along peacefully,
knowing
it's a matter of time until
the
skies open and we feel the
glory
of the ocean all over again.
©
Christine Redderoth-Roderick * 2011 * All Rights Reserved
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