I reach out to my sister
this morning…stress is
overwhelming her.
I’ve heard the stories
before. I must use
restraint and not get
caught up in the drama
or I’ll find myself
feeling the way she does.
My entry for the Mindful Writing Challenge through Writing Our Way Home: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on January 17, 2013
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/small-stone-17/
CRACK and I’m hit,
without warning,
on the side of my head
and the barb
enters my deaf
ear. It ricochets
around deep
inside my head
and jiggles
the adrenaline
mechanism.
A surge hits
my heart and
it flips, twirls
and somersaults.
The mitral valve
spitting and
sputtering
…leaky.
My throat tightens
to keep my voice
silent…to hold
back the tears.
The heart
continues its
wild dance and I
wonder…is this
going to be
“THE ONE”…
Finally,
the rhythm unable
to right itself,
I’m taken out,
just like that.
Heart broken
Victoria C. Slotto is inspiring us today to write a descriptive poem that packs a wallop at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/10/the-medium-is-the-message-dverse-meeting-the-bar/
Posted by Bodhirose on January 10, 2013
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/broken-hearted/
Leaden heart
Tightness in throat
Grief still with me
We need to talk
Day ten of Small Stones for Mindful Writing Challenge: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/search?updated-min=2013-01-01T00:00:00Z&updated-max=2014-01-01T00:00:00Z&max-results=5
Posted by Bodhirose on January 10, 2013
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/small-stone-10/
Walking downcast into school each day,
No friendly faces meet you there.
Shy and forlorn and can’t connect
Even the teachers don’t have your back.
(An open heart is being rejected).
An outstretched hand not met by one,
Circles of backs not letting you in.
Up-turned noses looking down at you,
The isolation is overwhelming
(the awkwardness too.)
Scowling glances meet your gaze,
Ridicule and mockery and snickers of hate,
Greet you daily…
(it’s too much to take).
Home life is stressful; there’s not much money.
Dad’s an alcoholic and Mom’s emotionally vacated.
No one is there to ease the pain.
No one sees the relentless agony.
And the weighted burden
Becomes oppressive and crushing
Day after day after day…
Dejected, despondent, hopeless and desperate,
Abandoned, forsaken, deserted and desolate.
Photo: Google Images
Over at dVerse Poets, Karin Gustafson (ManicDdaily) invites us to write on the subject of exile (or Molly): http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/16/re-joycing-in-poetics-and-exile/
This is a former posting that I have made some changes to for today’s offering.
Posted by Bodhirose on June 16, 2012
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2012/06/16/outcast/
Image by Ferran. via Flickr
Walking downcast into school each day,
No friendly faces meet you there.
Shy and forlorn and can’t connect
Even the teachers don’t have your back.
An open heart is being rejected.
An outstretched hand not met by one–
Circles of backs not letting you in.
Up-turned noses looking down at you,
The isolation is overwhelming
And the awkwardness too.
Scowling glances meet your gaze,
Ridicule and mockery and snickers of hate,
Greet you daily; it’s too much to take.
Home life is stressful, there’s not much money;
Dad’s an alcoholic and Mom’s emotionally vacated.
Who is there to share the pain?
No one notices the burden,
The agony carried–
Day after day and year after year.
Dejected, despondent, hopeless and desperate,
Abandoned, forsaken, deserted and desolate.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 10, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/11/10/outsider-in-school/
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