I do not sign my name
as I once did as a child, a kid,
with scribbles on a page, a wall.
I do not sign my name
as I once did as a youth, a teen,
with cursive rise and fall.
I do not sign my name
as other times before,
declaring this is truly me
though one can clearly see-
I and my cursive ups and downs
through my life have changed.
Now, I rarely sign my name.
My keyboard does most all.
I touch the magic letters
that I so quickly do arrange
and hope not to mispell
my identity, my name.
(October 12, 2022
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC)

Wow! This is such an awesome poem! I love it – Bellissimo, My Dear! So insightful and imaginative!!!
I have a piece on writing in cursive you may enjoy – I hope so! Ha!
https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/2018/04/16/i-cannot-write-in-cursive-reprise/
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Thanks! I look forward to reading your poem in cursive.
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I enjoyed reading your poem and felt it as I once experienced such feelings too. I only wrote about heartbreak once in about four or five short lines many years ago. Other times I couldn’t find words, only tears. Thanks for sharing!
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I know that it’s painful to write about those experiences, for sure, but they also provide some of the best seeds of inspiration to let your heart speak. Something to think about!
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