MS and Poetry: "Scars" & "Chairs"

Happy weekend to all ~
Forgive me…it’s been awhile since I posted anything here & I intend to play a lot of blogging “catch up” this weekend.  For now, I thought I’d share 2 of my poems relating to MS.

SCARS 
This brain, my brain
Reveals an unwanted, uninvited stain
Stealthy invaders placed an ugly mark
Though visually unseen, it’s there…a permanent scar.
A tattoo, if you will
An indelible marking, perplexing until
Courageous, yet daunting intervention begins
Presenting theoretical ideas, invasive needles and pins.
                       
The monster’s mastery takes hold, you see…
Internally stalking, exploring ways to manipulate me
Wicked, determined to strike and knock me down
A bully in hiding, deploying trickery like a devious clown.
This brain, my brain
With this extraordinary, devastating stain
Brings clarity, unexpected strength, possibility
Now, determined, striving to re-define my disability.
                                   
                                                                                   
                       
 CHAIRS 
Here I sit
in a chair made of wood –
wooden legs, I can sit upon
and rise up from whenever I want to.
Surrounded by others
who also sit
in chairs like mine, made of wood –
with wooden legs.
The others sit in chairs with steel wheels
instead of wooden legs.
With motorized knobs directing where they go.
The one’s who sit in wheels
have legs, and feet of their own – like mine.
Their legs used to be like mine –
functional…sometime ago.
Now, their legs are problematic – useless.
Legs which feel like wood,
wet noodles, fire, painful needles, atrophied and stiff…
yet, here they sit – with me
in chairs of different means, but of similar purpose.
Together, we gather in our chairs and we sit,
talk, smile, nod and understand
for the same reason, sharing this disease
together, members of this exclusive club
no one has applied for.

                        

THE TEST

Tests…
Most of us have been out of school for many, many years, but don’t think that the days of studying, learning and taking tests are over.  They will never be over.

THE TEST
The test is a mirror…
Every test is a curious mirror
Reflecting confidence and truth
Or, lack thereof.
The test is a mirror…
Displaying naked realism of who we are
Exposing vulnerabilities of who we are not
Or, who we wish to be.
The test is a mirror…
Prohibiting facade and masquerade
Enforcing society’s blueprint of conformity
Or, simply guiding our true self.
The test is a mirror…
Unwavering, without grace of grading on a curve
Prodding, quizzes encourage fearful insight
Or,  maybe it is only a ruse.
The test is a mirror…
We are our own professors
Posting grades of pass or fail to ourselves
Yet, we take and re-take the same exam…

                         What have we learned?

POETRY: FITTING FOR A HOT TEXAS EVE

Texas is hot. Everyone knows it gets hot in Texas every summer.  But, this year seems worse than I can remember…IT’S HOT!!!  I’m not joking when I say you CAN fry an egg on the pavement on days like this!  I’ll embellish on Texas heat another time.  With that being said, I decided my 2nd blog post would be one of my poems about staying indoors: A WRITER’S RATIONALE.  There will be 2 additional poems immediately following the poem: OVERWHELMED and SHELLS.  Thank you for reading.  I’d love your comments if you have time.  They will be added to my poetry list as well.
 ~ Enjoy and stay cool.




A WRITER’S RATIONALE
Didn’t go out today – didn’t leave my room, writing –
Home is where I feel most at ease.
Truth being, haven’t really gone outside –
For quite some time now, peaceful self-soothing –
Is what I prefer.
Constant in my head, analyzing, composing, editing –
Dreams, passionate anticipation of new assignments.
Content – thriving, despite lack of social interaction –
Humans are social creatures, yet habits challenge theory –
I am a challenge.
A writer socializes intimately with his designed characters
Companions gathering together, singing, drinking – fulfillment.
In truth, I sit with pen and paper, dismissing those who call –
Embrace solitude, content with little musings.
Hope I’m understood.
Writers, particularly poets are reputably hermits –
Seeking privacy, solitude, therefore…seclusion.
My excuse anyway, it’s a good one – so,
Excuse the mind-set, accept my world, my words.
This is my desire.
                                                                        
OVERWHELMED
The mess on my bed
Is the mess in my head…
            Chronic disarray
Dreadful habits unshed
Accumulating things unsaid, unread…
            Swirling melee
Purge, to cleanse my purpose said
Out loud and in my head…
            Again, I’ll disobey
                              
  SHELLS
We are the smallest
Shells not found until
Hardened over grit
Sculpted in truth
As grains of sand
Engrave the soul
Secret pearl masks
Hidden tales, love
Pieces left behind
Magnificent journey
Unique metamorphosis
Memories culled
Re-arranged, displaced
Longing for the shore                                        

                        

Well, it’s about time! My first post…YAHOO!

I’m FINALLY blogging!  I’m still tweaking quite a few things here, but it’s coming together and it feels good.  I had played around with a few different sites over the years, but nothing felt right.  I tried to think of “interesting” themes, designs, and things to write about…what I DID know was that I didn’t want to publish a blog full of rambling, meaningless jibber-jabber!  Then, I found myself getting too wrapped up and confused with the design aspect of the site.  Frustrated, I stopped trying for awhile.  But I kept reading and writing.

This past year, the more I read/researched various things about writers and others in the creative world, I began to notice a fascinating shift in the ways people publish work today.  The global growth of using the internet and social media have creatively made promoting and publishing work very quick and easy.  Within minutes, you write, you post , then seconds later, BOOM – your work is out there for the whole world to see…very exciting, yet also a bit daunting!  Even though I’d been writing poetry for awhile, the thought never occurred to me to use a blog for sharing my work.  So, thanks to the advice, input, and encouragement from many of my writer pals,  I’m now posting my first blog today. Cheers!

I’m learning as I go…my site still needs a little fine-tuning, so bear with me while I co-ordinate my “tabs” & various pages.  As a blog newbie, I absolutely welcome your comments for ways I can make my site more interesting or organized.  I’m looking forward to communing with others who share my passion!  Much more to come soon ~ Enjoy!