Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
Writing
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Poem: Woman Without A Past
Let go, they say, of those old stories.Those tired, sad and misbegotten tales,The naive, lost or self deceptive memories,That hold you frozen in embrace.Who am I then, where do I belong?If the past doesn’t need to existWill today too, one day, be gone?How do I anchor myselfKnowing that it’s possible for continents to disappear.All it…
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Poem: On being a poet
Can a poet be happy, I truly wonder?Except as a temporary passing whimIf she decides, weary of angst,To allow mundane happiness in.Poetry, for me, means a flight of my soulSoaring past the limits society holds.I exult in joy, and bleed in passion,Weep for love, emotions crashingAgainst the rocks that hold me inThe words emerge from…
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Poem: The Whys and Wherefores
All the whys and whereforesThe thus and therefores.All the times I thought of you and smiled.All the wishes and dreamsThe versions of realities,All the times I really wish I hadn’t cried. In the moments of love, all voices just hushIn my heart, everything is as it should be.In this world full of of flaws, the…
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In Defense of Being Fallible
Over the last few days, I’ve been collecting stories and painting women who rose above the ordinary in their lives. Quite honestly, I felt a little ashamed from time to time, that I didn’t already know their names or what they had accomplished. If I could, I listened to YouTube biographies and interviews, and marveled…
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The Anger of Resistance
Twenty years ago at a dinner party, I remember watching as a colleague’s wife laid out a massive feast on her dining table. Helped by the other women, one by one, the various entrees were heated, garnished and set on a beautifully embroidered tablecloth. The children were corralled, herded, served and supervised to ensure they…
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I Own My Labels
“You need to get past the gender thing. You have to look at the issues. You can’t vote for her just because she is a woman.” I am slip sliding very quickly past middle age into uneasy maturity, my hair is mostly grey defiantly colored, I’ve given up on fitting into my thin jeans and…
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Dreams of Refuge
I woke up in tears today, my heart pounding, my throat hoarse from desperate nightmare screams for my family as the train slowly pulled out of some unknown station. It had been equal parts terror and grief, loss of those I loved and cared for and fear for myself, untethered and disconnected in this world.…
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Appearances
She looked like a serene angel, glowing in the depths of rancid hell. Smooth alabaster high brow, swathe of dark hair falling neatly across her slim shoulders. Dark leather straps barely holding together the shimmering fall of white south silk dress, faintly gleaming with woven threads of real gold. But it was her eyes that…
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Poem: Fragile Rainbows
They say, haven’t you learnedYour lesson? Don’t go paintingSunny rainbows on storm drenchedClouds, you will only get hurt.There are days when I envy theSoft blanketed fireside comfort and wishI could curl up next to the cat, holdingThe book everyone says is just soAmazing but I know I can’t.There are rainbows to be paintedAnd dreams to…
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Poem: My Home
Decorated by my love and imagination Home is wherever I lay my head.
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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