A Woman's Place

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Monday, February 23, 2009

Quiet time

A reposting from my original blog In the moments before sleep, day's work done, I watch colours and abstracted shapes thread Across my private thought-screen one by one, And hear my heartbeat echo in my head. Traces of the day come and go at will, Here a sound, there a feeling, now at ease, I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Instincts

My instincts urge me to cry out to you 'don't do it.' I know you. You won't let yourself get out later. I tried to protect you, haven't been able to break the habit. Arrriving wed, guess I'll run into you Sometime. Just be sure this is what you want.. Can't face a reply, please understand. x I can't... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Voice of the Heart

- these thoughts just pour out of me and I struggle for their origin. I wasn't too happy with the first effort and I even forgot a title. I wonder sometimes where the voice comes from and why it's there at all. This is supposed to be over. I hate that my sister tore into me for 'wallowing.' Never... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Heroides

I make no excuses for the slightly scratchy recording of Matt Monro's Walk Away, which has been spinning in my head today. I often find my overnight thoughts sift through the memory banks and find something that fits the matter at hand, and today it was this song.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Haunted

If there is a ghost of a chance, Shouldn't I take it? Shouldn't I pray for it? Who is to say she will make you happy? I cannot shake this churning fear That you might have been Just out for yourself, that It was a lie all along,and yet... But what else can I think, When you scared me, into staying... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Archetype

Where once I felt touched by angels, My spirit sinks now below the horizon Into uncertain night without you. Dido in her funeral pyre could bear it no more... I will not do that to those I love, Although I see why she would want to... She gave up her everything... Alienated, humiliated, scorned...... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Untitled

I want to reach for you in the small hours, To snuggle close while you sleep, And feel your arms warm about me, Barely aware, while you nuzzle your head Into your pillow to settle your neck, That is sometimes stiff and sore But softens under my willing fingers That only want to soothe. I asked so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Especially for the mums

I know I'm not the only mum to glow with pride when talking about her son. Just for the mums, this is so cute. If only we could keep them little and innocent. May the Lord bless them and keep them all, however old they are. Enjoy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIUEJygA96o Sign in to see full entry.

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Missing

Missing God I long for you... too late now Or too late for now. Who knows? I will love you for always. I would have you back tomorrow But you've got to want it. You put so many obstacles in our way, And now I don't know what to believe. You tell me I must never think That you didn't love me. But if... Sign in to see full entry.

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The incredible shrinking woman

Shriveling My life has shrunk, smaller than small, Small it was when I first met you. Larger once, in my home and my 'place,' Mother, wife, employee. Still smaller than: daughter, sister, aunt Friend, employee, wife, mother... Working wife, so often exhausted and no wonder (no help from him). Sleep,... 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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