A Woman's Place

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Adrift

Adrift Oh baby... tell me why at least. I won't trust my dreams again, Now that they have misled me And snared me so completely. So quickly 'she' is a serious relationship? The blotter scarcely has time to dry Between my torrents of tears, while you Are soon to be moving in together. I suppose you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 7, 2009

Fluttering

A week from now it will be only days Till I fly south, in the winter, in a great tin bird And the butterflies, familiar, but lately stilled Will begin again the relentless flutter Each waking minute that I think of you. How different the field-dancers Inspired by you... butterflies, Light, bright,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Turbulent Stillness

Another for my sonnet sequence. Sometimes I just can't sleep, and answers rarely come. If they did, I would probably never write anything..! When in the still of night I lie alone, Softly calling to a heart become stone, I wonder how I shall live without you And I want, and wait, for love to hold... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Inequality

I did my best to love you. You said you loved me, and we married. I don't think you wanted to.. I think it was just easier. I didn't want to buy that house with you if we weren't. Right then: practicalities. Yet we were happy in our little house with nothing in it. We worked together and made it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

How?

How do I mend my broken heart? What will I do now? You want to be let go. If only I could.. and yet I must. Cry my tears alone, let you be, Let you move slowly with your new future.. Without me? You told me goodbye. I asked for my letters back. Why have you kept them? Why did you not give them back... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 16, 2009

Puzzled, inc.

What am I to make of this, This two-week silence until I text and say 'Tell me you are ok.. worried about you.' And I hear back, at 05:13, that it's crazy days with you, 'small hours here' (I can read the time, thank you), and that you hope I am ok. How am I okay without you? I don't want to be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Something missing

It's been a lovely evening baby. I cooked - a great success! Good food, good company, Good wine, an ambient red At room temperature - perfect. I should have put away the tree But it's pretty - where's the harm In one more weekend. Lively chatter, time has flown In the company of wonderful friends.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Bayou

With gratitude, as ever, to Youtube for letting me share the music that so often inspires and sends me to my workbook: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=f78bKXzALXo&feature=related Bayou In my muted mourning, In my fractured faith in trust, An art I may have lost, I ask God to tell me my truth. I wake... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Crossings

When I remember your face, tonight, I can't even cry. I feel... nothing. Later, Before sleep, I will wish you were here beside me. I was free at last, and then You walked away. It doesn't seem right. If you told me why... I could heal. Yet if I heal it will be as if we never were. 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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