https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/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! hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/862266I don't know what I did, what I said... I've had the silent treatment all day. I helped you in the garden, I cooked.. I went into town to see the bank. So this is it.. I made a decision on my own. I opened a new account, which I told you about.. No secrets.. not that many anyway. My secret is how...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/716604An uncomfortable ripple In our sea of calm, When I admit I am scared, Scared of losing my home, or you; These seemed to be the extremities... And yet, my daughter, unfathomable In her wavering advances and retreats To or from whatever kind of normal We can expect now. Two women, one my child......https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/661628Are you restless? Are you aimless, too? I used to easily amuse myself, No matter how quiet, how uneventful my life. Since I let myself fall, fall for you, trust you, I wilt in separation, waiting, just waiting... I don't hear much from you. When I do, I smile. We were closer, it seems, when I was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/660737I sleep softly, resting in the arms of the beloved... Why do you come to my dreams to taunt me? I am reading, alone and at peace, in a garden room, wood and glass... My counsellor's office, the only place I know that's like this... How is it that you are there, saying hello in your pleasant way,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/644766http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jexNsBjz1r8 " Many loves before us, I know that we are not new... but let's not talk of love or chains, or things we can't untie... " But you did... you spoke of love, and chains... The things we can't untie (the opposite of unite), And you said you loved me......https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/643800In your trophy corner are the many Mementos of your transitory moments People, places, photos of the past; Faces known only to you, Your shelves full of a lifetime of books Old and new; framed plaques, offprints, Reviews... In your trophy corner, a collection Of earthenware commemorative mugs,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/643111Where does it come from, this reluctance to knuckle under, To stick with my task, when all my world has changed? Work I once loved, and even now enjoy, is harder To set down on the page, a place where me met, so long ago. Once was someone not unlike me, to talk with, His easy comprehension of my...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/639355What a difference this person has made in my life; he accepts that I have to be in between two countries just for a while longer and that I have to fly back to "the other one" again in January, just when we will be getting used to having each other around again. I fly home to him on Sunday. Well,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/638717Tiny souls, innocence and bliss.. Baby thoughts, of warmth and daylight, Of soft, cocooning arms and mother's heartbeat, Life so simple, comfortable, safe. Childhood, pre-school, lots of new friends, Primary, secondary, junior high.. college. Or work, lively, challenging, sometimes boring:...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme5754/636653I must go shopping. I can now... a small advance amount has entered my bank account. Be grateful for small mercies. I'm going away to visit Bath tomorrow and staying over, and I need something rather smaller than the smallest-sized suitcase which was all I had to take with me on my last trip...