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She sought him everywhere
but her whole existence was dulled,
like a faded garment no longer worth wearing.

She gazed at the past,
a round-faced infant,
long curls, a whip in his hand,
eyes full of fire, ambition, and great intentions.

"I would give up the unessential,
I would give my money, I would give my life,
but I wouldn’t give myself."

It is only something which is revealing itself to me,
thoughts and emotions never voiced,
they belonged to her and were her own.

She plunged into the sea,
with an abandon that thrilled and invigorated
half hoping no one would wait for her.

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Edna's Internal Struggle: A Poetic Reflection

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The Awakening: A Poetic Exploration of Edna Pontellier's Journey

In the depths of her heart, a storm did arise,
Edna Pontellier, with longing in her eyes.
"Robert's going had some way taken the brightness,"
Life dulled without him, stripped of its lightness.
Yet in the water’s embrace, she found her release,
An awakening of self, a yearning for peace.

The letters she cherished, their shapes drew her near,
"The envelope, its size and shape, the post-mark, clear."
Each word held a promise, a whisper, a chance,
Her heart swelled with jealousy, a forbidden romance.
"How did he look? How did he seem—grave, or gay?"
In the silence of longing, her thoughts drifted away.

Amidst the sun's glow, her children played on,
Yet Edna tapped her foot, feeling restless, withdrawn.
"Why persist in this warmth when the shade calls my name?"
Her heart craved for freedom, her spirit aflame.
"The sentiment for Robert was unlike her bond,"
With her husband, she felt a love that seemed conned.

"I would give my life, but not my own self,"
For Edna knew well of her thoughts on the shelf.
"She had all her life long been accustomed to hide,"
Emotions unspoken, her true self denied.
But in the water, she plunged and swam free,
Each stroke a declaration of who she could be.

So here in this struggle, identity swirls,
Edna's deep conflict with the weight of the world.
"I can't make it more clear," she begins to define,
A woman reborn, her heart intertwined.
Through friendship, through longing, through depths of the sea,
Edna Pontellier awakens—her spirit flies free.

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Brenna P-Edna’s Journey Through Motherhood and Identity

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Brenna P-Edna’s Journey Through Motherhood and Identity

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A Woman's Awakening

Her whole existence was dulled,
like a faded garment,
no longer worth wearing.
She felt depressed, almost unhappy,
no way resembling the love
she felt for her husband,
or had ever felt.

Thoughts and emotions harbored,
never voiced,
belonged to her,
her own,
a right to them,
concerned no one but herself.

"I would give up the unessential,"
she whispered,
"would never sacrifice myself for my children."
But how do you get on without him, Edna?
"I am beginning to comprehend…"

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Edna tapped her foot impatiently, and wondered why the children
Persisted in playing in the sun when they might be under the trees.
She had all her life long been accustomed
To harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

The sentiment which she entertained for Robert
In no way resembled that which she felt for her husband,
Or had ever felt, or ever expected to feel.
Edna had once told Madame Ratignolle
That she would never sacrifice herself for her children;
“I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself.”

“It’s only something which I am beginning to comprehend,
Which is revealing itself to me.”

Madame Ratignolle, cheerfully; "but a woman who would

give her life for her children could do no more than that--your Bible

tells you so. I'm sure I couldn't do more than that."
“Oh, yes you could!” laughed Edna,
As she plunged and swam about with an abandon
That thrilled and invigorated her,
Awakening a new sense of self in the depths of the sea.

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In the quiet of the morning, a touch upon her shoulder,
Mademoiselle Reisz speaks, echoing thoughts that smolder.
Edna feels a change, a whisper of her mind,
As Robert's leaving dulls the colors she would find.
A faded garment, her life feels worn and old,
The brightness once vibrant now a story untold.

Yet in the depths of her heart, a fire begins to grow,
A sentiment for Robert, unlike any she would show.
Her husband’s love, a tether, but one she cannot bear,
Thoughts and emotions confined, yet she longs to share.
“I would give up the unessential," she bravely declares,
“But not my own essence; my soul, no one else shares.”

The pang of jealousy bites, as letters fly away,
Robert writes to his mother, leaving Edna in dismay.
“Where had they met?” she wonders, as her heart starts to race,
In the shadows of her mind, she fights to find her place.
Her children cling to her, but she feels a heavy weight,
“I can’t sacrifice myself,” she whispers to her fate.

In the depths of the ocean, she finds her spirit free,
Plunging into the water, she swims with energy.
The waves embrace her body, invigorating her soul,
In this newfound liberation, she feels completely whole.
But still, a sense of sadness lingers in her heart,
For the world around her presses, urging her to part.

As the sun sets on the horizon, Edna takes a stand,
To balance love and identity, she reaches for the sand.
With every breath she takes, she shapes her own design,
A mother, a lover, and a woman who will shine.
In the wake of her awakening, she finds her own way,
To live for herself, regardless of what they say.

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Exploring Edna's Internal Conflict: A Found Poem

In the depths of her heart,
Edna grappled with the essence of sacrifice,
"I would give up the unessential;
I would give my money,
I would give my life for my children;
But I wouldn't give myself."
Her spirit tugged, torn between love and self.

Yet her life remained unchanged,
Dulled like a faded garment,
"No longer worth wearing."
Pangs of jealousy struck her,
As he wrote to his mother,
Leaving her in shadows of longing.

Thoughts and emotions unvoiced,
"She had all her life long been accustomed,"
To harbor feelings that were her own,
"Belonging to her, concerning no one."
But as summer faded,
She could not give up the joy,
That "thrilled and invigorated" her soul,
Caught in the battle of independence and sacrifice.

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Anna Tuchscherer - Chapter 16 Found Poem

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Anna Tuchscherer - Chapter 16 Found Poem

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Chapter 16: "I Would Give Up The Unessential.." Found Poem

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Awakening: Edna’s Journey Within

In the stillness of her heart,
Edna felt a stirring deep inside,
A longing to give with abandon,
To embrace the thrill, the invigorating rush,
As she began to awaken her true self.

Moments of joy became her refuge,
Diversion, the only real pleasure,
A taste of freedom from the dulled routine,
Where colors once vibrant now felt muted,
A quest to reclaim the brightness of her days.

“Everyone seems to take for granted,”
She thought, that she missed him—
Robert, whose absence pulled at her soul,
Removing the meaning from her laughter,
Yet igniting a fire within her spirit.

The woman mirrored Edna’s thoughts,
Reflecting the feelings that surged within,
As she led them from the sun,
Scolding the quadroon, but her mind soared,
Free from the chains of expectation.

It did not seem grotesque at all,
To speak of Robert, to let her heart wander,
For she had long nurtured thoughts unspoken,
Emotions cloaked in silence,
Now yearning to be felt, to be known.

“They belonged to her,”
Those hidden feelings, a personal truth,
Her conviction that she had a right,
To her own desires, her own dreams,
Not to sacrifice herself for anyone,
But to embrace her own identity.

“I would give my money, my life,”
She mused, a mother’s love profound,
Yet, never herself—
In this awakening, she realized,
A woman could do no more than that.

In the depths of the sea,
Edna plunged and swam,
An abandon that ignited her soul,
Reveling in the waves of self-discovery,
As she looked at Mademoiselle Reisz,
Wondering how she had endured the venom,
Finding strength in her vulnerability,
In the embrace of her own awakening.

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Paulina Ayala- Luna                Ednas Poetic Reflection           

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Paulina Ayala- Luna                Ednas Poetic Reflection           

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In shadows deep, where silence dwells,
Edna wanders, lost in spells.
Robert’s absence, a heavy shroud,
Colors fade, her heart unbowed.
A faded garment, once bright and bold,
Now whispers tales of dreams untold.

On the shelf, a letter waits,
With trembling hands, she contemplates.
His words are few, yet pierce her soul,
No special message, just a role.
Jealousy stirs as she reads his line,
A mother’s love, but where is mine?

In silent thoughts, her heart confined,
Emotions hidden, never aligned.
A vow she made, with fire in her eyes,
To never sacrifice, to never disguise.
Yet in her heart, a struggle brews,
For what does love demand, and what to lose?

A friend’s concern, a mother’s grief,
Edna shrinks from their belief.
"I’ll give my all, but not my core,
To lose myself, I can’t explore."
In heated words, their spirits clash,
Understanding lost in a furious flash.

But in the sea, she finds her grace,
A joyous plunge, her worries erased.
With every stroke, she sheds her fears,
The water embraces, the salt meets her tears.
In these moments, she begins to see,
The price of love, the quest to be free.

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The Struggle for Self: Edna's Journey Through Motherhood and Independence

In the shimmering waters, Edna found her peace,
Where she spent much of her time, her worries released.
Finally, she mastered the art of swimming free,
Diving deep into the waves, embracing her identity.

Yet, a woman echoed thoughts in her mind,
A feeling of sacrifice, a bond hard to unwind.
Her life, unchanged, felt like a faded garment worn,
Dulled by the weight of expectations, she felt torn.

Jealousy struck when a letter went astray,
He wrote to his mother, leaving Edna in dismay.
“It’s very dull without him,” she thought with despair,
Longing for connection, yet feeling the weight of care.

Impatience grew as she watched her children play,
“Why not seek the shade?” she’d often silently say.
Harboring thoughts, emotions unvoiced,
In the struggle for independence, she felt trapped, not rejoiced.

“I would give up the unessential,” she claimed with resolve,
For her children, she’d sacrifice, but her self must evolve.
Yet, a shadow loomed, a feeling of woe,
For in giving all, would she lose the self she must show?

In the depths of her heart, Edna swam with delight,
Plunging into freedom, invigorated by the fight.
For in the waves of motherhood, independence would rise,
A journey of identity, under ever-changing skies.

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In the quiet of her thoughts,
Edna feels the ache,
A longing for Robert,
A bond that won't break.

The sea whispers secrets
As she swims with delight,
Yet shadows of absence
Loom heavy in night.

Her laughter fades softly,
Like colors grown pale,
Life's vibrant moments
Now feel like a tale.

She seeks him in memories,
In faces once bright,
But finds only echoes,
A heart lost from sight.

With each passing moment,
Her spirit’s confined,
In a world of expectations,
Her true self resigned.

Yet hope flickers gently,
Like waves on the shore,
For in her deep yearning,
She seeks to explore.

A dance of independence,
A fight to be free,
In the depths of her soul,
She yearns to just be.

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I’d give my life, but not my soul,
Not gonna lose myself to play a role.
Yeah, I love hard, that’s real, that’s true,
But I’m still me, not just what I do.

They keep saying what I should be,
Like I gotta choose between them and me.
I’ve held, I’ve given, I’ve done my part,
But I still got dreams, still got heart.

A mom, a wife, a name they know,
But who am I when I’m alone?
The waves keep pulling, won’t let me be,
But I won’t drown just to keep the peace.

So let me breathe, let me go,
I’m more than love, more than a show.
I’ll give what’s real, but I’ll still stay,
Not lost, not gone I’ll find my way.