Thankful, 2016

I am thankful for adversity.
For evil so naked
it gives me strength to fight,
exhausted as I am.

I am thankful for allies.
For surprising support from
unexpected places,
rising from the wreckage.

I am thankful for sight.
For all media, all recordings, all
memories immortalized and broadcast,
so we can truly see.

I am thankful for love.
For brothers and sisters of all kinds,
lifting each other up to
reach the unattainable.

And I am thankful for you.
For sharing this journey
and for always striving
to walk in the light.

Monastery

Before you, he said
with a wry grin and wide
honest but still playful eyes
I was in a monastery.
I was a monk, cloistered
from the world, and
no woman captured my heart
or stole my smile
or lay grinning, naked with me
or held me, before you.
I was in a monastery, he joked.
And of course, so was I.
But the pictures and the scars
from our imagined other lives
we lived, before meeting,
tell a different story.
The people we still love and
the baggage we still carry is
sometimes, too honest.
Let’s keep it simple.
Let’s keep it sweet.
Before you, it was a monastery
because before you, I was caged
and you have set my heart free.

Thankful

From last Thanksgiving, but I’m thankful still.

Cytherean Dreams

On this day,
I’m thankful for my children
growing faster now
too fast, and
I want to stop time
with them small
but I’m so proud
of the strong, gracious,
inquisitive and empathetic
young women
they’re becoming.

On this day,
I’m thankful for my parents
all four of them
who’ve guided me
and tried their best
to impart their wisdom and love
even as they struggle
through through their own
challenges and triumphs.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the women
who support me and listen
and navigate through the world
on their own paths
but always happy to travel
with me and cheer me on.

On this day,
I’m thankful for the men
who’ve loved me and held me
given me the secure knowledge
of my worth and
the warmth of knowing
they will be there,
if I fall.

On this day,
I’m thankful most of all
for my…

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50 Reasons Not To Date A Poet

Hits home in so many ways…I guess I actually am a poet.

Betty Generic

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It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat  “eccentric.”

  1. If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about.
  2. You will be the jerk they are writing about.
  3. They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores.
  4. They have deep conversations with Animals, Clouds, and Grecian Urns.
  5. Excessive use of  “poetry hands.”
  6. Excessive abuse of  “poetic licence.”
  7. Excessive use of  “melancholy.”
  8. Excessive use of  “dramatic emphasis.”
  9. They collect obscure words that have not been in circulation for at least 100 years or more.
  10. They insert these antediluvian words into conversations just to rebel.
  11. They think children’s books are sublime.
  12. They refuse to care where the remote is.
  13. All of their furniture are positioned around windows, for them to stare out for hours at a time.
  14. Your parents will think they are possessed.
  15. They are possessed.
  16. You…

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Daily Prompt: True Friend (My Unconventional Love)

Daily Prompt: Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life.

It’s taken a lot of work to get through our issues, but at the end of it all, I have a very good friend who I’m thankful for. And I don’t care if it raises some eyebrows.

Cytherean Dreams

He shouldn’t want to hear me.
There was a time
when all I did was cry and
mourn that he didn’t want
to love me, as I wanted
him to. And
all I talk of now
is a life without him.
But he listens.

He shouldn’t want to see me.
There was a time
when I brightened his day
every day, but
that was long ago, in
a different lifetime.
I’ve changed, lost sparkle
grown older without him.
But he sees.

He shouldn’t still love me.
There was a time
when it seemed like we could
maybe this would be an us
but we know now it won’t
he’s tied, for life, and
we’re both content with that
on our different paths.
But he loves me still.

And is my true friend
through the years.

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Chasm

Last line of the chapter – “The mystic quest in Judaism is the effort to bridge the abyss between God and the world by healing the rift within God.” David S. Ariel

Cytherean Dreams

The air is thick today
swimming through pain
from last year
two years
when the rifts
became canyons
insurmountable and filled
with sharp crags
making passage through
impossible.
Even for me.
I’ve traversed pools
of lava, burning
anger from years
of lies and betrayals
and come out unscathed.
I’ve leapt through
years of time
to bring a star
back into its orbit
and rejoice in its
illuminating glow
once again.
I’ve travelled across oceans
to heal and bring
the purity of water
to refresh the broken
for the long road ahead.
But this chasm
is beyond my powers
and I just sit at the edge
watching my tears
fall into the depths.

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