Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Raised in a battlefieldquantity doled outin abuse, qualitynot yet defined Now I write myselfout of the darknesseach chapteran uphill climb Page by pagereconciliationno shortage of wordsvalue between lines. (Image my own.)
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She looks over my shoulderthat sister, born dying –whom I mocked, cajoledand judged so harshly She breathes down my neckthat sister, I despisedfor her sin, and mistakeshow she always abandoned me She taunts me constantlyridicules my failing waysher thoughts poisoned dartsattack me at my core My eyes are opening,compassion too late“Karma bites”, her ghosthisses as […]
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Talk to me of horsesthe young man saysthin locks of blonde mattedon a sweaty brow, flashes of bluethat fade as eyes succumbto weariness, the constantwhoosh, whoosh of respirator. Talk to me of horses:the world is losing its gripand I care not aboutthe weather or car mechanics,but I dream of horsesand I am feeling so emotional […]
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Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher, so tightly wound I have blocked hopeI want to be good – a good girl –like that man of God saysbut his preaching ways violateprophecies a cover for sinand I am so sullied that I fearlove will distain me. How did I get here, Dreamcatcherchildhood a lost notion – […]
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This outer toughness just conditioninga baby alligatorthat’s me Raised in a swampEat or be eaten!family mantra, andDeal with it! I know it’s a lotto take insee the disbeliefin civilized eyes Resistance to oppression begets deeper woundsFear taught me wellSurvival, they say, of the fittest. (For Reena’s Xploration challenge: featured image is prompt.)
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Childdelightful youthmy heart’s jewellight-bearerhope antics haphazardlaughter contagiousspreading joysparking imagination I pray that your spiritremains vibrant, andthat reality dawns gently (This poem first appeared in November 2018, as A Child Glows. I submit an edited and re-titled version here for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: jewels. Image my own.)
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For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
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Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)
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No amount of empathycould help me understandthe storm inside my father Even in his death, thoughtscloud my writing, his presencepreserved in prose… (Even though it’s been fifteen years, my father’s essence remains strong – sometimes taunting, sometimes inspiring, always mysterious.)
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Girls are lucky: just need to find the right man –looked after for life.Advice from a teenaged brother. Right! I yell back, fifty years later.It was all a vacation –raising the children on my ownlooking for God in the midst of chaospartners with wandering eyesor absent…always absent…still waiting for that “looking after” And how did […]
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