A Woman's Place

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Can it be..?

Here am I, on the threshold Of an unthinkable recovery, A smile on my face, Warm, loving arms: not yours, But so warm, so kind, so safe... You retreated into your own needs And left me all alone; Far from safe with you. And in the middle of the night My dreaming eyes read your text, Out of the blue,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

And there you are again..

I don't know why this happens.. You keep coming into my head, The man who broke my heart, Whenever we have the blessing Of Communion, For ourselves, for those we love.. It's always you, at the forefront In my visceral response, but why? Are you in trouble, baby? Do you need to be prayed for? Have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Just my luck

Haven't I tried really hard to avoid you? Why is it, then, that when I decided I needed a walk, I ran into you on your way out? Beats me. Saturn is up to his old tricks. On the up side, George Gascoigne's poetry has been fascinating, this afternoon. It struck me, with one in particular, how well he... Sign in to see full entry.

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And again

I think I'm myself again and then I see through the door into the theatre A mid-blue shirt, silver hair, jeans. Another thunderbolt through my being; Reacting like lightning I say softly out loud I don't want to go in there, puzzling My friend, who doesn't know you. Quickly I say it's so busy in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Heart-stopping

I bought my coffee today,alone, The way I always do these days... Of course I could call you, always So obliging, it's only coffee after all. But I'm protecting myself, baby, From your indifference, from your ability To just say 'hi...' and to just walk on by As if we were passing acqaintances... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

In the attic

There is her little red car, faded now And your RAF greatcoat, bagged and forgotten, Escaping the clearout. We were moving. There is your missing 'British Leyland' ashtray, The one you thought lost in the clearance Done by my family while we were away, When the house was emptied because the laws... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Don't know why

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NDuj-MyVyA I don't know why I set myself up for this each time, I drop you a line and you are nice in response, And then I, being polite, answer you, And I get back one or two words, and I know I'm being dismissed, and so now I will wait, and not get in touch, and why... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Thinking

I am drawn to you as a moth to a flame, Even when I try not to think of you or talk to you... And as I watch you stroll by, on the upper level, A pretty woman by your side, someone new to provide The admiration you need around you, someone new And unknown, to talk to over coffee, to share As much of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

What I can't say to you

Blast you for walking out on me. My professional life is falling apart, I've no confidence in what I do, I can't do anything right. I can't organise my materials. I do what I think I should And it's not good enough And on top of that I cry, Which is sooooo unprofessional And they hate it when I do... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Lessons

I spoke the other day about how hard it is to recognise the Beast when they are themselves 'beauty'... I guess it's all in what they 'do'... actions,after all, speak louder than words. I wouldn't be the first woman to apologize, to take responsibility for things that are really not down to me. And I... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Poetry in odd moments. A woman is not a piece of fiction, nor is she a reflection of a man's insecurities or anxieties. I wonder if Professor Higgins realised that, in creating Eliza Doolittle in his preferred image, he was taking away her soul? After some years of turbulence, I feel like I am coming out of the tunnel. It's a good feeling. Even so, as you will see from my journal works, since we are the sum of all our experiences, good or bad, sometimes things come back and bite us when we least expect it. Now I just take things one day at a time. I don't sleep a lot however!

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