03/27/13

Shifting Passion Play

 

It’s iconic
Ironic
This repeated passion play
I could prostrate myself,
Allow your scourge to freely flay
Still, it would not be enough
You’d come back another day
Angry

I could struggle through the darkness
Of our shared Gethsemane
Let you revile, defile, deny
Me
It would not be enough
You still would fail to see
Resentful

I could walk to Golgotha
Accept your jabs and barbs
Wear your crown of thorns
Embrace your scorn
You’d still want more
Vengeful

I could climb the mount to Calvary
Hang there upon the crux
Naked, mocked and doomed
It would not be enough.
You’d rub salt in my wounds
Righteous

It’s useless, this processional, repeated passion play
Then, Aha!
I see the light of day
Perhaps the change to make’s not yours,
But mine.
I pray.

I’ll completely shift my focus
Look inside
My will be thine.

02/26/13

Childhood Neglect

The effects of childhood neglect…
Years ago I taught kindergarten. One memorable class had five children from a group home. At age five, their established patterns of interaction and behavior were so out of sync with the norm, they were considered un-adoptable. Tragedy.

Early childhood neglect and abuse
Created, fed, habits and patterns
Nightly assaults fueled by booze
Taught her to fear all that matters

When, at last, a redeemer appeared
Brought her into the light and to safety
Expecting all angst to be cleared
When not so, considered her crazy

Demanded she stop seeking refuge
Beneath sinks, in closets, up high
Assumed all she said, subterfuge
Became next foe instead of ally

How’s a girl supposed to win?

I chose this sing-songy form because child protective services and public education systems are often lock-step-follow-the-rules-fit-in-this-space institutions. These parameters rarely lead to the success of those with special or severe needs.

*Written for Verse First at Poets United ~ Patterns

02/24/13

Sweet, Sweet Acacia, Ode to Mimosoideae, Family Fabaceae

Sweet, Sweet Acacia

Sweet
Sweet Acacia

Never underestimate
Her Power

Seeming fragile
Aiming to appease
Cloaked in gentle
beauty
Sways in breeze

Then
Dancing boldly
Ever lonely
Moves with frenzy
Thorns aplenty

What
Ilk of woman is she?

Draw near ~
Draws blood
Disease
Unease

Sweet
Sweet Acacia

* Hannah, over at The Garden, stepped into my wheel house and encouraged writers to construct a poem related to desert ecosystems.

02/15/13

Screaming in The Backyard

Your slap
Halted germinal scream
Likely
A very good thing
Without it
That scream
Might have sounded
Forever

It emerged
In the room
As he
Beat the one
Who dared
Call him out
Tell the truth
Name the beast

She would not cry
Refused with pride
Told him so
Fueled his fire
The belt, the blows rained down

So the scream erupted
From belly’s depths
Up, up!
Spewed forth with force
Hot, fast, fierce!
Uncontained
Unrestrained

I ran
Frightened
By own power, fury, sound
Ran
To the backyard
Screaming

You ran too.
“The neighbors will hear!”

Your slap
Halted germinal scream
Likely
A very good thing
Without it
That scream
Might have sounded
Forever

That slap
Taught
Me to conquer, claim, control
My power, fury, sound
Thank you