SANITY AND MADNESS
I looked into my mother's eyes,
and fell into the darkness;
child drowning into misery
of mind and self divided.
The flimsy hold we have on life,
is well reflected there;
reminder of the bright divide,
twixt sanity and madness.
BEING LOVED
There was a moment suddenly,
when I saw love's fair shape,
a drawing into passion;
a falling into hope.
It left me with a certainty,
which had not been before,
that fear and doubt are powerless
when trust maintains its course.
BECOMING A MOTHER
In sudden, shocked becoming
I saw your face revealed,
and birthed myself as mother;
empowered as woman healed.
Beyond that very moment,
there was no turning back
and always to remember,
the grace and strength I had.
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I looked into my mother's eyes,
and fell into the darkness;
child drowning into misery
of mind and self divided.
The flimsy hold we have on life,
is well reflected there;
reminder of the bright divide,
twixt sanity and madness.
BEING LOVED
There was a moment suddenly,
when I saw love's fair shape,
a drawing into passion;
a falling into hope.
It left me with a certainty,
which had not been before,
that fear and doubt are powerless
when trust maintains its course.
BECOMING A MOTHER
In sudden, shocked becoming
I saw your face revealed,
and birthed myself as mother;
empowered as woman healed.
Beyond that very moment,
there was no turning back
and always to remember,
the grace and strength I had.
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/09/18/its-the-truth-tuesday-tryouts/#respond
You are so darn fast. You must see and speak poetry all the time.
ReplyDeleteUntil I saw your moments, it hadn't occurred to me that the moments themselves will be interesting to see.
I think any memory which stays with us vividly and teaches us must be interesting, if not profound and life-changing. And perhaps that is how it is meant to be. I also feel it is easier to let words flow if we are moved by something powerful and such memories are definitely powerful. I was talking to a painter friend today about this very thing - the way words flow and I wish the paint would do the same. But I do think poetically all the time and even with prose find myself writing in that way which is probably why I remain unpublished. Such writing is a little too 'dense' for this day and age.:)
DeleteYour Being Loved is quite lovely. I was touched by them all but particularly that one.
ReplyDeleteThanks miskmask. I thought in my teens I would never love or be loved as it involves too much pain, but it came anyway and I consider myself blessed that it has remained and grown.
DeleteWe have written about very similar things: the instinct to mother, to care, to love. Granted, our memories are very different, but I must agree with your comment to Margo. When the memory remains vivid, there is a purpose, a reason, a focus, and often a lesson to be learned within it.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/18/leap-of-faith/
All three are so full of truths...I love the brevity and the use of memory and emotional concepts to express these. Very well done.
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