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Wednesday, 11 March 2009
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Another college poem
JANE WALKS ALONE
(JANE 2)
Jane walks alone tonight
On a sidewalk by an unknown street,
And she’s afraid.
Jane is young and strong,
So she continues on,
But fear is eating at her heart.
Shadows dance through cobwebs
At midnight—mid-September.
Jane shivers, but feels no breeze.
The night air is warm,
So she should not feel cold.
No one turns on a light
To welcome Jane home,
Because she lost her security.
It’s in that darkness somewhere,
And by conquering this violent fear,
She knows she can return home
And be held in the safety
Of a lover’s arms.
Where are her lover’s arms?
HT
Monday, 09 March 2009
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Written in college...
JANE
(JANE 1)
Jane sits in front of her mirror
And gazes at her pale dark face.
Some may say that is impossible,
But then they meet Jane,
And they see that face...
Somehow, light and dark all at once.
Even smiling,
Some sort of pain lurks behind her eyes,
And that hurt darkens her whole being,
Until her pale skin seems almost dim.
And -- at times --
She absolutely glows ...
Nothing but love spilling from her eyes.
She plays with make-up weapons
But does not change herself.
Thick eye liner
Silver eyelids
Burgundy -- full -- lips
She sighs and tries
To make herself sparkle with glitter.
Maybe if she reflects all the light,
No one will notice the blackness,
But everyone sees Jane is dark.
Some people say Jane is Death --
Walking and talking
And holding Life's hand.
Life and Death locked in an embrace.
Life and Death made love
And then came Jane
Who walks through this world
As a dark spot in a star.
Somehow, she became a supernova,
And the whole world turns to notice.
Jane keeps flying higher,
Dropping moondust on our heads
And reflecting rays of sunshine.
Life and Death are one in her,
And she knows that she is different.
Sharp eyes pierce you,
And you'll either fall in love
Or walk away afraid --
So then you hate.
There is no inbetween for Life and Death.
She is both.
She lives and she will die.
She's alive and she is dead.
Somehow, she became
An impossible lover to tame.
Life and Death made love,
And then came Jane.
HT
Currently
Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
By Anne Lamott
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Thursday, 05 March 2009
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Lynn
6.19.04
My Memories of Lynn
My memories of her
Seem now like a film,
Like something I watched
On Lifetime TV,
Television for women,
Movies about girls
Like her.
I see her standing there
Beside a cracked bathroom mirror
While I cried for a boy
I never should have loved.
And she loved him too,
But she loved me more,
And she turned away for love.
She wore a lacy green dress
To my party.
The song, "Julie,"
Like her older sister's name…
The song hangs inside me now.
It was her song that night,
And she was beautiful.
A fireball and a flirt,
She slit her wrists and fought her life.
I begged her to live.
Live, Lynn. I want you to live.
She wrote.
We both wrote
Dark poetry…
And somehow survived.
Lynn, the last time I saw her,
Was smiling.
She was the same
Sharp tongued ball of existence.
She was real.
But now she is an image,
A foggy hologram
That dances before me
As I try to grasp the facts –
The concrete person.
Lynn, I want you to always live.
Saturday, 28 February 2009
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My Badly Written Ode to Books
I miss your pages.
I miss disappearing into worlds
that were not my own
and did not involve
the people or the problems
in my everyday life.
I miss the stories
you would tell me
as I drifted off to sleep
and the meals we would share
as you serenaded me.
I miss you.
HT
Currently
Esther Member Book: It's Tough Being a Woman
By Beth Moore
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Monday, 23 February 2009
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Perspective
At 13
I wanted to die.
I would have missed
falling in love
the first time.
At 17
I wanted to die,
I would have missed
marriage
and motherhood
and the freedom it took so long
to find.
Natalie was taken
away.
She had no choice
but to go.
It brings
perspective.
HT
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