Bittersweet Rambling of an Overactive Mind
Welcome! You'll find some good impressions of insanity in the form of poetry, rants and just about anything that comes to mind.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Divorce and unkindness
Monday, August 13, 2012
Dissolution
struck by memory and
the weight of black eyed susans
like everything, less abundant than
the past,
I walk a stilted gait
crippled by the uncertainty
weepy with regrets and
happier times running
reel to reel in the theater
of my mind,
I stumble up the brick steps
through the chastened screen door
to encounter evidence
empty little silver foil packet
repeats, repeats, repeats,
your lack of commitment
absence from the totality of
our lives,
My spine lengthens
bathed in the hot cold anger
my suffering leads me to doubt
reality's hand on my arm
a simple song to hum
in delicate, complex times,
we are unraveling,
A life dissolved
phoenix circling
seeking purchase
a limb to perch on
invite the death,
rebirth.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Insatiable Memory
Monday, January 10, 2011
For Jim - Who asked for a poem on what love is.
When I was a child
Love was the warm glow
of birthday candles
Illuminating comfort,
Hide n' go seek,
On balmy summer nights
Lit by fireflies,
Sweetly innocent
Rippling laughter
Soft as chenille,
Serene as my grandmother's
Cornflower blue eyes,
As I grew older
Love became this tangled growth
Difficult to discern
Strangely cumbersome and
Infinitely slippery,
Piercing,
An arrow in my chest
A burning in my throat,
A chess match of taking sides
Never belonging to any
A tug-of-war through
Other people's pain,
When I fell into it
Love became insanity,
Delirium in
Arid, scorching deserts
Blinding, white-out storms,
A deluge of bleeding
Fingers, hearts, and
Bruised skin
The yearning a knot lodged
In my stomach and throat ,
A fury of passion,
Desperation to drink poison
If it came from the beloved's lips,
When I spurned it
Love became haughty,
A useful tool,
Cynical laugh,
Amused eyes,
A smirk for a smile,
Razor words wielded
With wintry precision,
Numbness
To cover the scars
That continued to bleed,
Compunction,
Desire to hurt
As I was hurting,
A knife
To twist,
When my daughter was born
Love became feral,
Bared teeth to protect
Terror a living thing
A bird beating through my ribs
To escape
The certainty that this,
This small, wondrous miracle
Was more than I deserved,
Abysmal thoughts of loss,
Threatened to unhinge,
Snapping through
My chain,
Now I know love,
As the infinitesimal care
Of holding another's imperfections
Cupped in the palm of your hand
Fully cognizant of the fragility
As they themselves
Hold your own,
Seeing beyond the layers
Stretching definitions
Accepting the mystery of another
With grace and gratitude,
Letting expectation unwind,
Flowing, intertwining,
Braiding bodies, hearts, minds,
Singing a history of together
Where regrets cannot take root
There is no room for such
When everything has brought you here.
Love is pain
Unutterable suffering,
Indescribable beauty
Rapturous joy,
Two sides of the same whole,
I would not grieve
If I did not love,
And pain would not swell
If joy had not leapt in
The eyes of another
While looking into my own.
Love is a stripping away
And tenderly replacing process,
Love is remembering
Names, details,
the tilt of head,
the expression in eyes,
Pink tights, pigtails,
Stones in pockets,
A knitted scarf,
The blush of skin,
Gruffness of voice,
All the bits
that define,
The flow of days
Into years,
The hand that slipped into yours
and stayed there
Until slipping away,
The words in the dark,
Secret smiles, private jokes,
The building of something
Greater than the sum of its parts.
Love is Gestalt
A mystery masking
As a word.Sunday, November 14, 2010
I'm just tired
Of course there are some things that appear to be age related in my perspective. I don't care to be found attractive to the general male populace. It enters my mind on occasion since those deemed attractive tend to make more money; for no other reason than another's desire to copulate with them. The testosterone hyperactivity appears to engage some disdain switch in my makeup, which then activates the desire to verbally beat the immaturity out of said "man". I'm definitely at an age where the mindless march annoys me.
I love technology. True, I'm not utilizing my iPod to it's maximum capabilities, as is frequently pointed out to me by my now teenage daughter. But that's why it's my iPod.. I like gaming, love PS3 and have a blast with the Wii. I don't pay a bill unless it's online. Every question I need answered comes from an .edu, .org or .gov. - which helps me retain my sanity and doesn't involve public situations in libraries where I am bound to have violent thoughts concerning other people in my space. I despise Wal-Mart and the mindset of patrons it seems to cultivate. I wish I didn't have neighbors, or at least live a good mile or two from them. I don't believe in excuses or the need for them. Maybe I am old. Maybe I'm just tired of the BS and see no need to entertain it.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Gross generalizations aside, I don't care to partake in popular culture. I have never watched an episode of Jersey Shore and I'm perfectly satisfied with that status. I've never watched LOST. I've never watched Sex and the City.. and yet, amazingly enough I still function every day. It's possible that I'm the mal-adjusted one, but leave me to my mal-adjustment! Who am I harming?? If anything it leaves more popular culture for the rest of the lemmings.