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I lost my one shot at unconditional love, because my mother deserted me.
Too young to know the reasons, which may, undoubtedly, have been valid,
I was left with an eternal feeling of abandonment, which seeped into my being.
I see a small child staring ahead, alone, dangling a tattered teddy by its arm.
Dried tears on her cheeks, and then suddenly sobbing again - lost.
No worried parent comes to find her, but she is eventually scooped up by a stranger.
The stranger tries to love her: she has new clothes, a home and a ‘good education.’
There is a cost though, and the love she seems to receive has a price - conditions:
She must be perfect, pretty, clever, a dancer, a university graduate, a success.
Never enough, or that was her impression, an ill-founded fear of abandonment
and imperfection, awaiting surrection at the slightest tectonic shift, cast adrift
If expectations were not met, goals left unaccomplished, deadlines missed.
And now, as I reflect in older age, I see the race I’ve run and the battle it became:
An eternal game I could never win…… or perhaps it is won, as I take the hand of the lonely child holding the tattered teddy, and love her - unconditionally.
“Your autonomy matters, so to utterly maintain it, mingle in social situations as you willingly see fit”
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Mingle – they told her.
Since you are single, you should mingle,
but she was shy and had no care for things
like fancy clothes, boyfriends or sparkly rings.
Mingle -they repeated,
saying not to be a wallflower at every dance,
but contrary to that of her peers,
her mind was rarely on romance.
Mingle – they kept saying,
and not to spend so much of her time
in some corner of the library mingling with books,
but no social ladder would she climb.
Mingle – her parents said.
Find someone to settle down with soon.
But she went far away to the university
and there this timid flower learned to bloom.
Mingle – that word she stopped hearing very much.
To mingle with bright minds is what she wanted to do.
She earned her doctorate in physics
and later made a scientific break-through!
Mingle – they no longer tell her.
The best minds in the nation bow to her.
They seek her out for her amazing knowledge.
Great people to her expertise defer.
Mingle with us -
the people most important in her field now say
at the parties in her mansion that she hosts
with the doting husband she’s married to today.
I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
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Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
study period
It’s December and my roommates and I are deeply into Christmas. We’ve got a little 3ft tall Christmas tree with about fifty-thousand little multicolor LED lights on it (LEDs because we ARE saving the planet). We’re in the ‘study period’ right before finals and It’s a lowkey Saturday night.
Lisa and I were pajama’d and gelaxing in our suite’s common room. She was in a tan easy chair and I was slouched on our red corduroy couch and my slippered feet up on a white coffee table. We had a Christmas playlist playing throughout the suite, a ‘Christmas lights of Paris’ Youtube video streaming silently on our TV and cups of Keurig brewed hot-chocolate with little marshmallows.
Leong came out of her room and joined us, taking a seat on the far side of the couch with me. After a moment she stretched-out, putting her head in my lap. I love her jet-black, cornsilk hair and it wasn’t long before I found myself stroking it, a gesture primates have been making since the pleistocene period. When Lisa glanced over at us and smiled, I started making gestures like I was looking for fleas in her hair and eating them - in a silly, momentary comedy lost on Leong.
We got back from November recess a few days ago. After three years together, it was easy, almost automatic, for us to fall back in our rhythms as roommates. On arrival, I glanced through my drawers, dirty clothes and shelves, taking a casual inventory. Everything was as I remembered it but still, everything had the feel of trivial leftovers from some lost civilization.
I got a new M3-iMac, it’s really the best platform for putting docs side by side. The first thing I did was hit ‘restore my setup’ from the cloud. I love futzing with tech - I can remember when that kind of restoration would have taken all day - but fifteen minutes later I could tell from the files on my desktop that everything was restoring nicely.
As I sat back on my office chair watching the restoration, I felt myself relax. THIS was real life, this was how life should be done. No matter what else I’d done or where else I’d gone - this was how my life should be - at school, with friends, facing those challenges. It was a peek-moment.
It was an illusion that my little iMac welcomed me back, like an old friend, as it finished restoring - wasn’t it?
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jelaxing = gelling & relaxing
Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her young life she'd pay
In a country that was in deep turmoil and had lost its way.
She was a young teenager in nineteen thirty three
When a new leader offering hope, emerged in Germany
Adolf Hitler was an Austrian, who came to power
And for many it was the start of their darkest hour.
To unite the German people the Nazis held rallies
In some of the larger towns and all the big cities
But something dark and sinister was taking place
The evil Nazis were plotting to create a master race.
All the youth were encouraged to join an organisation
Hitler youth they were known all over the nation
Sophie and her brother together, with some of their friends
Turned their backs on the movement and vowed to make amends.
Word was getting around about death camps and persecution
Together they decided to form, a small non violent organisation
Known as the 'White Rose' who urged the people to renounce Hitler
They handed out leaflets telling the truth, about the Nazis slaughter.
One day at Munich University where Sophie studied as a student
She was seen distributing leaflets on what Nazi ideology meant
A janitor intervened and confronted her, and wouldn't let her go
She was arrested and then handed over to the notorious Gestapo.
They interrogated her to find out, who her accomplices were
But she wouldn't give them their names, as they tortured her
They charged her with high treason and sentenced her to death
To die by the guillotine and the date of execution was set.
They executed twenty one year old Sophie for making a stand
And they had accused her of being a traitor, to the fatherland
They eventually captured the others, five of them in all
And they too walked to their deaths standing proud and tall.
It’s people like Sophie who want to make the world a better place
And not supporting some twisted ideology like a master race
The Nazis were eventually defeated and their leaders tried
But not before Sophie and millions of other innocents had died.
Written 15th May 2021.
Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed in gold, with their brassy red and blond manes, as they hopped, like slow-motion rabbits, in circles beneath wreaths and garlands of colored lights.
My watch jiggled me awake, mid-dream. I was bemused. It took me a moment to orient myself. I groggily pushed the sheets off and performed a big stretch. It's Monday morning, I think. “Alexa, what’s today?” I ask, to be sure. “It’s Monday, April 25th,” she says.
A beautiful, if cloudy spring morning was going to bloom on the other side of my jacobian glass windows - any minute now. At least according to my weather app. “Alexa, good morning,” I say, to start my rattling, sputtering, steampunk sounding coffee maker.
College time is warped, measured more in deadlines than minutes. There’s no plan other than your class or test schedule and let me refresh you on the rules – there are no rules, I’m free to do whatever I want. I actually chuckle at that thought.
College is transformative but there’s a hoary sameness to it. Read, discuss, review and test - wash, rinse and repeat. This morning is reserved for test review. I have a final this morning - well, sort of.
Some classes have a quintet of tests instead of a big midterm and nerve-racking final. It smooths out the stress, but you still have an almost forensic exploration of ideas, and you want the answers queued-up, ready for easy access.
I quickly washed and donned my workout-wear. A glance at my watch told me I was right on time. I’d loaded my shoulder bag last night, with my book, highlighters, my phone, Air-Pods and a water bottle. I grab it as I head out. I’ll do my review on the treadmill.
Anna opens her door just as I do mine - perfect. We’re off to the gym.
The morning started off with a bang with the noisy traffic speeding bountifully along, the early morning drivers shouting from their cars about the order and the disorder, while the loud horns continue to bellow in the street, the thundering sounds resonated all around forcing the daylight out of me.
The early morning birds stand in the tree top singing a somber tune; its melancholy voice beats in the air with a profound message that was not clear; I forced my ears to listen to it, but the waves keep screaming above it, drowning out the singing birds sound and so the mating began.
The sun burst over the hill sending rays of hopes in the sky, spilling its passion upon the earth while enthusiasm rolls in the dirt. A sudden laughter came out of nowhere, causing the people to fling their hands up in the air, they all got into a laughing fit. I esquire what it was about but they respond to me with a shout and so I had my doubt.
I long for the days when I can find that joyful rhythm in life again to be with the people that you meet, go shopping in the street and have picnic under the tree. I long for the days when I will meet with my good old friends and start my lecture at the university again; I can see those eager eyes willing to learn and their heart ready to absorb the passion from the start. I long for the days when life will take on a new meaning again.
I am ready to go but they will not stop this promiscuous show; I am ready to roll the dice and prepare for that long sacrifice; hands on deck, shoes in tack and the deer is running around the track and the wind is going around in circle.
I can feel your hands moving in front of me and the pen completing the final signature; I breathe a sigh of relief when I looked at the board, the number were breaking through the roof and the evidence was more than proof.
People start gathering around shaking their calabash around and around
and the carnival begins. A crowd descends in the street dancing to the rhythm of my heart beat and the celebration spread throughout the town erasing the somber mood and dole some frown and ushered in a nourishing feeling.
Oh sweet perfumed branches of winter will
Upon this rock I lay my hankering and my spirit is still
I have borne the pain of winter shame
And walked with dignitaries in vain
chasing after the unknown wandering over hills and valley
but somewhere in the deep gravity got a whole of me
and forces me to speak, the heaven is wetting the clouds
and the melodies are choking the deities in the skies
But something profound will shake the heart of the town
and birds and beast shall be free and the universe will walk with thee
Months and years have passed and the journey continues to last
I have trod the hallways on broken knees and resisted temptation
but my faith kept me going when the moisture dried out of the air and I start breathing hot air,
shall I continue to comfort thee when you have fill the air with
intense anxiety and misery
Anxious minds have come alive waiting for your courage to die
But the university is standing with a made shift stretcher and lots of officers that have crossed over
I have been contemplation the symbol all day for the missing link and the point where destiny begins.
From whence did this agony come when I won the prize before winter began
The universe is frowning with thee
for what you did to my friends and family
It is the rage that is following thee
That ignite the fire before thee
all I ever hope for is a level playing field
With bats and gloves and the satellite shining above
Listen when my hunches speak there is truth in every word
And they are deep
Listen when my intuition speak and take action before you go to sleep
I only tell of sunny hours ...
Although dark shadows cast their gloom.
My prototype in ancient times
Stood guard outside a Pharaoh's tomb.
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From Egypt's Valley of the Kings
To dreaming spires of Oxford town,
My heritage of solar time
From east to west has earned renown.
I only tell of pleasant times
Although dark moments leave their trace,
But I prefer to spread the light
And show the world a sunny face.
13.02.19
Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest : sponsored by Julia Ward
*note: A sundial dating to the 13th century B.C. and considered one of the oldest Egyptian sundials, was discovered in Egypt's Valley of the Kings, the burial place of rulers from Egypt's New Kingdom period (around 1550 B.C. to 1070 B.C.).
* various sundials dot the university town of Oxford, the most famous of which can be found in Corpus Christi College.
Leota stacked her new books in a fabulous little pile.
She was thrilled with their freshness, it made her smile.
Finally at university, she could figure out the Minnesota charm.
It was reputed to invisible-ize people, so what could be the harm?
She flipped through the table of contents, wanting to find the page.
Minnesota charm is no longer viable. She stared at this in rage.
Surely one of these professors could teach it to her though, right?
She asked every one of them; begging with all her might.
It is forbidden, Professor Doolittle said. Do not ask again.
Leota witch went on a starvation diet, and got rather thin.
Why didn’t you ask me? Her mother said, when she got hospitalized.
I did not think you would know it, Leota said, totally surprised.
Her mother taught her the charm and she uses it all the time.
So if someone says they did not see you, please never mind.