Obstacles ~ new poem


It’s been awhile since my last post.  Thankfully, this afternoon I was gently reminded how cathartic it is to write…especially when times are challenging and the “beasts” can consume you.  The words for this poem came easily to me and I purposely made it a point NOT to edit, spell/grammar check, or alter any details of it.  It is what it is.


Photo art graciously provided by  www.bonniealrifai.com 




OBSTACLES
As of late, I’m stumbling into ditches –
Potholes, sinkholes numerous, constant
Sludge filled blockades swallow me up
Re-route, destroy my path.
Though tiresome, I succeed to claw
To climb out of each ditch –
Wash off the filthy muck and mire
Physically weakened, yet mentally stronger.
That’s all I can do…what I’m supposed to do –
Never allow persistent, muddy obstacles
Opportunity to overcome, to win –
Alter the route, more cautiously – and continue.

MPP 2013


Read Me ~ A poem of love and healing

READ ME
Watch your eyes dance around my face
Feel your thoughts as you do so – refrain
Love how you look as you silently read me
Smile when you catch me off guard – submit
Sublime, obsessive crumble – yearn for embrace
Vulnerable, weak – how could we know?
Tremble, delicious knowledge that you see me
Oh, to be this simple – and it is…for now
You read me, such persistent courage
No other has attempted…or succeeded
You see who I am, chose not to run
Broke through walls, intent to understand me –
Content to give me time.
MPP2012

                        

Beginning To the End ~ Divorce

I started writing this poem a few years ago.  I tweaked it here and there as time went by, but now I think it’s time to post it, share it with others who can relate to divorce, & finally put the poem to rest.  Time heals, makes you wiser, stronger and I’ve been doing just that.  It’s crucial that we take the time to think, grieve, and learn from these life experiences in order to heal…and move on with life.  Remember, “this too shall pass”.  Smile, and find something new to look forward to. 

Photo by David Russell 
BEGINNING TO THE END
           
People meet, sparks fly
Passionate, intense heat – make you cry
Committed bond, future in motion
Lonely vagabonds, no more – drink lovesick potion
Man and woman, husband and wife – don’t look back
Vows for life, blind to the bind – unveil, fade to black
Something cracks, frenetic and loud– play the game of blame
Infected reality, life opens its door – not pretty, not tame
No “good morning” kisses or even a smile – don’t talk
Days begin sour, bleak – coffee is cold…it’s time to walk
Anger, resentment – new normal, hateful words exchanged
Interaction fake, formal – acts of love rare, refrained
Hate replaced love – bewildered, beguiled – senseless confusion
Cherished rags, soiled – tossed in the can – wasted delusion
Family, a foreign word – blood thicker than water, evolved
Reconciliation a ruse – unfathomable loss, dissolved
Divorce – no longer yours, no longer mine – resign
Lifelines and lifetimes, divided – scarred, wounded in design.
MPP2011
                       

FREE ~

~ Sue Austin ~ 

FREE
~ Inspired by Sue Austin …and everyone living with chronic illness.
                                               
I broke free from you – in search of me
            No more chains – alone, able to move – to be free 
            Released from binding troubles which control me
            Free from pain, from fear and controversy
            Graceful, my aquatic ballet – dreamlike, I’m normal
            Unchained from stiff limits which impound me
            Free from hurt, chronic burdens which haunt me
            Unassisted, following my map – holding the key
            Floating, flying free from scars and those who pity
            Free to smile, to breathe…to be me. 
original work by MPP2013

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Relapsing Remitting Melancholia

I started writing this poem years ago when I was feeling very lost in my life.  Besides having MS, I was dealing with a lot of overwhelming challenges.  Life happens…and it sometimes it really sucks!  But, always remember, “this too shall pass”.  Therefore, when I pulled this poem out tonight, I decided to re-make it as two parts…kind of like “Act 1 & 2”, if you will.

RELAPSING REMITTING MELANCHOLIA 
I.
Body numb, mind hopeless
Despair and fear un-relentless
Giving in to exquisite pain, my solitude
Losing my grip, myself with senseless magnitude –
Daily plans feel meaningless
Nightly dreams lack peacefulness
Gasping, grasping tether – latitude – longitude
Needful – yet disbelieving in life’s gratitude –
           
Absent years, lifeless stares
The bottle sedates, sensory impairs
Words and passion unraveled, unglued
Thoughts of love and life never pursued.
II.
Defining drama – realize, accept it fully
Own it, embrace the melancholy
Surrender, release, do silence better
Pray for peaceful breaks in the weather –      
           
Daily plans offer harmony
Nightly dreams encourage epiphany
Desiring, designing new paths from life’s longitude
Hopeful – believing life’s gratitude.

MPP 2012

"The Sleeping Game": An Insomniac’s Poem

The Sleeping Game
Insomniac routine –
‘Tis unwanted playtime for
My brain.  Frenetic bed-time activity –
Been here, done this before – chronic
Noise filled solitude ensues.
Welcome to the sleeping game.
The players are me… and me.
Nightly, recruited by a forceful scout,
I unwillingly participate in
Irrational game play, pleading forfeit –
Such a request overruled, denied.
There is no regard for season, inclement weather,
No empathy for injury or illness –
No one gives up, no one quits.
The match between brain and body…
There is no winner.
The game ensues, becoming quizzical.
To-do lists, NOT-to-do lists, WHY-did-I-do-that lists –
Permeate my conscience in search of answers,
Full knowing, it’s all for naught. No matter…
3:00am has now come and gone.
Momentary common sense, rational thoughts
Attempts to mediate the scuffle, fleeting
Separate grandiose vs. fantastical reality.
TIME OUT…for now –
Acceptance of moiety will suffice…for now –
Until tomorrow, when the game resumes again…

As it always does.
MPP:2013

Tough By Nature: "Be Yourself" ~ Cowgirl Poetry

For all the “tough by nature” women and cowgirls out there, here is a lovely treasure!

BE YOURSELF  
by Georgie Sicking


When I was young and foolish
The women said to me
Take off those spurs and comb your hair,
If a lady you will be.


Forget about those cowboy ways
Come and sit awhile
We will try to clue you in
On women’s ways and wiles.


Take off that Levi jumper,
Put up those batwing chaps
Put on a little makeup and we can
Get a date for you “perhaps.”


Forget about that roping,
That will make callouses on your hands
And you know it takes soft fingers
If you want to catch a man.


Do away with that Stetson hat
For it will crush your curls
And even a homely cowboy
Wouldn’t date a straighthaired girl.


Now being young and foolish
I went my merry way
And I guess I never wore a dress
Until my wedding day.


Now I will tell my children,
No matter what you do
Stand up straight and tall,
Be you and only you.

Artist: Lynda Lanker

~ Georgie Sicking: (born 1921)
A true cowboy poet, & a lifelong working cowgirl
Inducted into the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in 1989