We can’t change the facts.
They are what they are.
But the way we look
at them can change
and form a different story.
JDG
Singing In The Rain
The rain continues,
but the squirrels and birds don’t care.
They patiently wait
for the door to open and
for “she who feeds” to appear.
JDG
Hurt
I wanted to share this post from SEW1960 with you. She captures so well the complexity surrounding ” hurt”.
I hurt
like baby hurt
as in
I need mother’s milk,
Daddy’s shoulder.
The rest of the world
looks at me,
aghast.
Can someone shut up that baby
or toddler?
I am the little girl
weeping in the closet
because I couldn’t tie my shoes
or lock the door.
I hold it all in
like everyone told me to do.
There are more important things
to weep about.
Have you not learned your lesson,
baby girl?
Learn what hurt means.
Dusk Becomes Herself
Undoing what was,
she slowly becomes herself.
She changes her name,
redoes some tattoos, finds her
voice, stands up tall, speaks her truth.
JDG
An Opening
I open the door
to a gloomy day.
I stand and look
before I say,
“We’re a perfect match for each other.”
JDG
Beneath The Surface
Legions of unseen
creatures swim beneath the pond’s
unruffled surface,
much like those unspoken thoughts
glimpsed in non reflective eyes.
JDG
Enough?
So many changes
in such a short time – enough
to bring us to rock and rhyme?
JDG
A Vast Emptiness
Hard as it is
to look at his empty bed,
I can’t put it away – not yet.
I know the time will come,
but not now.
JDG
Stew
To potatoes of thought,
add onions of emotion,
stir in tomatoes of regret
and any leftover beef.
Simmer indefinitely.
JDG
Spring Ritual
Each year those bachelor
buttons invite sweet daisies
to the big Spring Dance.
Year after year what they hear
is a bright, excited YES.
JDG
