Monday, June 13, 2016

You Turned From Me

"Losing a mate to death is devastating but it's not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it's an insult beyond comparison. –Sue Merrell, Great News Town"

You Turned From Me
a Poem That is a Work in Progress

I’d like to think I was loved by you,
Memories of sweet moments
still gather within me
mingled with adventures we shared
and dreams we built
living  as partners.

Ah, but we have
"moved on" and are
"letting go"
but the pain of our lost connection
ambushes me whenever it pleases;
I am left sitting speechless
at the kitchen table
a hostage to emotions
as you walk away again
seemingly unaffected
and uncaring.

I loved you enough, I know I did;
I’ve been told not to
take rejection personally,
Oh, those words so easily
spoken, nearly impossible
to understand;
And in fact those words
make me angry
because they minimalize
and disrespect
my depth
and how I love.

To be misunderstood, that’s
the hard part. Perhaps
you are not equipped or
have the desire
of the kind of commitment
I need in a relationship;
I hope you take on
your part of this,
but I have to let go
of that too.

Being with you now
is like seeing through a veil
not quite clear
even tho the hurt
is sharp as a shard of glass
That wounds and scars.

Words spoken have
done their deed
actions for example intimacy
with another at my expense
What’s done is done,
no going back;

Trite as it is and was
and will be,
You turned from me.

by SD West

Beautiful Poem

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in 

--from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem

by David Whyte
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

A Thought for the Day

I experience things that I don't understand while "in the soup" but through time and reflection,  I realize the meaning of a situation or recognize a change that has taken place within my heart of hearts.

Writing has always been the means by which I reflect and express my thoughts and emotions. Writing is the connection and the bridge that has determined which path to take when life changing decisions have to be made.

And so it is, too, that when I read what others have written I gain insight into other parts of myself. We are after all, connected; different aspects of one another, one family of humankind.

"Any significant soul-shaping event becomes more integrated into our consciousness, and more universal, when we can express the essence of the experience and have it received in depth by another. I am convinced that any human being who can serve witness for another at a soul level heals the separateness and isolation that we might otherwise feel.

Crossing to Avalon
Jean Shinoda Bolen
pages 111, 112