Wallflower

I accept differences –
understand that internal processes
are subjective, that emotions
colour perception, but..

I seek commonality,
a binding sentiment –
enough connection
to seal the love I crave.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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  3. We are all different, but isn’t it wonderful when we find common ground with someone else? I so appreciate your friendship, VJ, through your poetry and art that you share and the wonderful comments you offer me on my blog. You are a blessing in my life – even though we’ve never met face to face!

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  4. I find that sustainable connections forged during my working years were the ones that lasted.
    Now, one close friend is gone, a couple that were friends for 50 years are estranged from me,
    one lives in Florida, and one in Tucson. It is very difficult to make new friends when you are older. Wonderful poem, and complementary art.

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    1. Thank you. Most of my professional relationships disappeared when I was diagnosed with chronic illness, and you are right – it is harder to build friendships when older.

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  7. This perfectly encapsulates the now-dead (forever-dead?) relationship between me and my five sisters. A long time in the (un-)making, I’ve spent decades trying to foster the love and camaraderie I’ve always believed was any sibling’s birthright. I’ve filled journals and written poems about the dearth of affection among us six girls and now, it’s finally (and consistently) been made clear to me that it’s just not ever going to happen. Ugh. Sorry to drone on here. Suffice it to say, your poem has struck a chord. I have sought ‘commonality’ with my sisters. There is none. I’ve yearned my entire life for us to engage in ‘binding sentiments’. Hugh sigh. They’re not interested. Those ‘connections’ simply do not exist. It’s sad and I still think on it every day but I see now that one just cannot force love and affection into being. I have a wonderful husband and son, my poetry and a writing community that ‘gets’ who am I even if my own family never has. I’m OK. Truly. But reading your poem this morning grabbed ahold of me somehow, a bittersweet reminder of everything I’ve struggled with all these years.

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    1. Connection – a true, sustainable connection – is not as easy as one might think. I write from a place of chronic illness – a state that has alienated me from many, including some of my own children, sadly. I am one of six, and can attest to the fact that none of us are really close either. It is sad, but what can we do. Finding deeper connections elsewhere helps. Thanks for sharing your story – I am not alone with this struggle/craving

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  10. We all want to mkae this sort of a close connection with another, that’s how we humans, are, socialized, because we are a social creature, and without the proper connections, if we don’t get the socializations we need, we will, grow into sub-humans…socialization, the need to connect, development of empathy, is what sets aside from most living creatures in the world.

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