this is what i do when i'm packing

as i was putting my books in a box, i found my old poetry journal. i haven't written in it for over two years. but i thought it would be interesting to go back and read some of the old stuff. i am often quite embarrassed at some of the things i wrote. but i figure if i felt it at one point, if it was truth at one moment, it shouldn't be thrown away. i also remembered my days as a member of the dead poet's society at southwestern. one of the last themes of the group when i was a member was to write something about your name. so, i looked up the different meanings of 'kyle' and infused some insights to make my poem. i thought it would be fun (or funny) to share it here. feel free to mock if you think it's simplistic and/or mundane or any other adjective. i do actually like this one (at least i'm not terribly embarrassed by it ... those will forever stay in that journal i found and never be shared!). hmm, i wonder if it's a bit of egocentrism coming out in that the poem i chose to share was all about my own name. could be. could also be the other non-embarrassing poems are too personal or written about other people and too intimate to share or explain.


kyle

a handsome name
not entirely feminine
source of confusion
for those who don't know the subject

not only a label
but also an identity
narrow, sylvan and sacred
not always victorious

seeker of new things
of laurel crowns
and recognition of womanhood
don't be deceived ... for what's truly in a name?

haha, okay, so maybe it is a little embarrassing but i've already written too much about it so i'm going to leave it!