Joyce K

Joyce K There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew. Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ? She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul, a papier mache doll, an image we all should know. A shallow pond residing in the middle of this human ocean is how she sees herself to be – a very strange notion for me to comprehend as I look into the depths of her mind and reflect upon all I know, that has shown her to be so kind, deep, thoughtful, caring - giving her all throughout her living a life of advocacy, concern and no doubt, much, much more than I know or of my word - in this attempt at poetry – that she might have heard. This Lady with such a fine mind – a model for man kind – who looks back in time, within, and cannot seem to find one moment in a long ( seventy eight years ) life time to recall, remember, feel her humanness in a flake of love, a speck of joy, a line of happiness, a pool of blissfulness from above, a stream of contentment, satisfaction for and from all the good she has done for this world of troubled mankind, where he stood the self. the self-satisfied, the self-destructive, and the lost. I want to believe she has known a flake, a speck. a line tossed, a pool, a stream and that these have been a part of her experience. Are known, if not in the conscious, in the subconscious existence. Is she to be, not but – as we look upon and within – veneer ? A mosaic overlay on cardboard papier mache, she wants us to hear. Not a mighty Oak, Maple, Mahogany, Teak, Burl just a paper doll. Is this the carefully contrived image she believes ?, is this her fall from grace ?, she thinks herself to be ?, - not the beauty of soul, of acts, of the face I know, - but a mask to hide what?/, what are the facts ? Is she this hollow, empty cardboard papier-mache doll ?, devoid of feelings, of love, just walking through life, living it, must avoid. I think not, nor can I – not even in my wildest of dreams believe or perceive of such possibilities - but then, who am I to conceive, to question the perception of the one who should truly know herself, intimately better than anyone else on this planet could show. So all these assumptions I have put out there, I should retrieve. B. J. “A” 2 May 14th 2005