Friday, December 16, 2016

Winter So Far 2016

winter sounds;
dripping faucet
rhythmic, assuring
that water is flowing
and not frozen in place

the crackling of the fire
wood stacked and ready
the stove a faithful friend

I had worried about winter
first one on my own
but I am living it now
each day
full appreciation
for the slow and sweet
sanctuary of solitude

yet and still mourning
for the loss of an ideal
a love, a companionship
ah the self-doubt is at the door
but I am warm inside
life is
what it is

nurturing
the innermost of me
the simple task
of staying warm
stoking the fire

being quiet
reflective
these cold winter nights






Tuesday, November 22, 2016

What a Year

I read a comment by someone on FaceBook the other day. This person could not understand why so many of us were upset by the outcome of the election. A can of worms; where do I start? This is a personal issue and yet it is universal.

Michelle Obama's stirring speech is right on the mark:

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/14/us/politics/michelle-obama-donald-trump-women.html

The dust has settled somewhat, at least for the moment.  We are in for the long haul. I believe that anyone who has been abused sexually, physically, or emotionally was triggered to some degree by the rude and crass behavior and language by the man who is somehow in the position of representing this country.  I can't even say his name. I call foul.

I know what is is like to be belittled, disrespected and manipulated. As a young mother I was a battered woman. I know the fear and the helplessness and the challenges of coping with a life that makes you at the mercy of another.

This is not the legacy I want to leave my grandchildren. This man is not a role model in any way. It is not "normal" to bully and bluster and threaten. And he is going to run the country?  Oh America, what have we done?









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
trivialize
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