Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I studied her sadness. She was an attractive woman in her 50's. Her hair, gray at the roots, hung in a messy halo around her head. She stared with eyes darkened by the shadowy places her soul must have taken her. "Friends used to tell me I was wonderful," she continued, a frown on her wax lips, "now there are no friends." She turned and looked through me. "Does that mean I am not wonderful anymore?" she asked. Again, not really asking me. There was an awkwardness that is usually felt when a stranger bares themselves. You don't know what to say, so you say nothing. I watched, in stunned silence, as she walked away.
I have been thinking about this one sided conversation for a while. The woman seemed as tho she had not become un-wonderful. No, instead she seemed to have temporarily lost her wonderfulness. It was as tho when she stared, she were searching for it. Playing hide and seek with the wonderful parts of her. The parts hiding behind her shadowy soul.
I wondered too if a person is only wonderful because other people say they are. Or, are they wonderful just because they are. Know what I mean? Do you have to hear you are wonderful, to be wonderful? I'm thinking not.
If I see this woman again, per chance, sitting on the park bench, I am going to tell her she is wonderful. As wonderful as she ever was.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
then when he met her
his first thought was my my
seeing into the electric magic
from her many flavors of passion
the scent of the flavor of pleasure
bringing a neverending connecting
the shape of her voice teasing into laughter
like a circling of spirits whispering his name
a softness of colors opening some dreaming
holding and belonging are more than wants
like rocking the cradle that stopped rocking
the reassurance of being more than we are
from the many flavors of passion
pleasure is a blessing blessing blessed
this gift of life is about more than pain
dimensioning realities of being apparent
safe in being seen being seen being seen
unhungering the elusive hungers
as simple as a holding of hands
or good thoughts thinking good
she turns his world around
sweeting him with her flavors
in the blessing blessing blessed
he calls her mymy