Archives for: January 2015

Acceptance

01/16/15 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

The bar in Cambridge,
blues and greens
as preppies like
But he was Portuguese
Sexy man
Who taught me about freedom
We shared a love of the truth
His Pulitzer
My business
Our hearts lived
Apart and at a great
And comfortable
distance

And his first kiss on
Valleyheart
When he argued
For his limitations
Daring me to love
Him anyway
Nine years later,
three cats
and laughter
I’d dared
And lost
The argument.
Friendship
Now
Trumps all

And the intense stare
across the theatre
Eyes locked
A slow, understated
Approach
I thought was sexy
Only to find
he was just depressed
The black jaguar
The penthouse
And me
Sitting
Patiently
Beside sadness

And how I lost
three years there
which weren’t as fun
as three years lost
in a trailer park
along side him
in the pick up
Marlboro reds
and flamingoes.
Real, sexy years of tequila
And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges
He had a glock
Under his pillow
We’d have been ok anywhere

And then there was Yale
And the Olympics
And shells on the Thames
And the river Charles
A green Porsche
and the secret society
His book
My glamorous job
Endless betrayals
his with others
mine
by absentia

And he had a lisp
and was a valet
and loved me like
No other and
I wanted to make him
my Pygmalion
and I could have
If only
We hadn’t lost a child

And one I distrusted
hypnotized me
And another
dying to love me
left me dying to be free.
And one I adore
Is out of reach.

Finally, I look
Back to my father
And wonder why,
he hurt me so.
No sympathy requested
No complaint here stated.

As I lay dying
I read the swords
(Like on the tarot card)
Betrayal,
Compromise
Confiscated
Robbed
Raped
Cheated
Liar
Loss
Absent
And finally,
The last
So what.

I saw him
The other night
Resurrected
in a golden orb
His face shone
With a gentle pride
At me.

“I did it
all because
I loved you
And your
triumph is
My job
well done.”

I may be late
To the library,
to the party
To discover
Wiki
I may be late
to You tube
And behind
In the polls
But I am not
surrendered in pain
I am triumphant with
Understanding

I am “it”

And “no"is my best
friend
And “yes” is its great cousin

How might I
Find my man
Until I know
The man in me?
She who asserts
And discerns,
Establishes boundaries
Is on her side
And behalf.
She who fights for her best
And takes no prisoners.
She who knows
Her worth
And protects it
With ferocity
She who would be him
if he were to arrive as me
Man.
Mine.

Comfort

01/15/15 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

The most
gentle
of calls to
rise,
tenderly rain
touches the spirit
with the softest of
nature’s dance

and in the white
tranquility,
tucked warmly
under
the wing
of a swan,
Eyes yet closed
against the day

I heard
I listened

Lifting
Shimmering
Kissing lightly tree branches
Whispering through
Falling leaves,
Carried
To heaven

a voice
Light and clean

I held
My breath
To receive
Her message

“in the arms of…..”

The note
Was carried
Open
As a cry
Broken hearted

Breathless
I held
Open
The door.

“an angel,
may you find……….”

and again a caress
Tumbling the
Length of
A shattered body,
A hand
made of
tenderness
sharing, taking
the suffering of her
beloved

“some comfort here.”

The comfort of
angels is here.

my
first
on another
blessed day

A New Year

01/08/15 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

It begins.
The first
new day
of the first
month.

A new year
is 365
new days
Thank God.
May we
have them
all.

Resolve only
to love
yourself
with
all
of
your imperfeCtionS

Pray only
that you love
others as
you do
yourself.

Love is
90 percent
forgiveness.

It’s ok.
All of it.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
The wrong.
The false.
It’s ok.

We are human.
None of us perfect.
Love is all.

Forgiveness
makes it so.

He sings……
” the power
of your heart,
the power of
your heart.
All around
the world
just to bring
you back,
that’s the power
of your heart.”

Pray it.
Whisper it.
Sing it.
Scream it.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Another year
lived,
another
offered.

Happy, indeed.

I love you,
Shareen

Acceptance

01/08/15 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

It has been a year
Of growth.
The pushing
Through soil
Is not delicate
For the
Tender sprout

The debutante arrives
Out of the
Discomfort
Of puberty.
White finally
Becomes her
Marriage
Into self acceptance.

I bid him adieu.
The kiss
Was lacking
And I’d spent
Too much on my
Nails and
Blow out and
finally
The affronting
Wax.
He wasn’t worth it.

If you would
not try
so hard
Making your
Discomfort
My seduction,
I might
Approach with
Willingness.
What you offer
In acceptance
Encourages.
If only
You would offer
It to yourself
In equal measure

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