Cleansing

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Thunder crosses my mind
As the rain pelts my brow
What was the point, anyway?

Scurrying back and forth
The thunder stops me
Momentarily

I lift my face to the darkened clouds
And let the rain wash away the angst
Cooled, and refreshed

I listen to the rumble in the distance
I see the clouds break,
Allowing the last rays of sun to bleed through

The day, in retrospect
Washed away some of the dirt
And nourished the life that it fell on.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

Image from Cindy Adkins via Google Images

 

From Symbiosis to Synergy

I wait for you under cover of darkness
The sheet slides over me
Cool against my skin.

Magic begins as you arrive
Wrapping me in your arms
Whispering your secrets in my ears

Secrets of long ago
Secrets of the moment
We share the muted tones

We become more than the sum of our parts
Growing together
We create something new

Separation is in tiny degrees
We are never out of reach for the other.
Out of symbiosis grew synergy.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

A Day in My Life

The other night, at an open mic, we were trying to remember the words to the Beatle’s song “A Day in the Life.”  So, the thought stayed with me since, and today I had one of those days of having lots on my “to do” list.   Dan started listing all the stuff I’d done by the end of the day, and it sounded like a poem to me, so add writing a poem (free verse, no rhymes) about it to the end of the list.

Busy.

“Got up.

Got outta bed.

Dragged a comb across my head”

Made coffee.

Ate some fruit.

(Took my meds…..)

Cleaned the kitchen

Cleaned the living room

Vacuumed.

Cleaned the toilet.

(Yuck…..)

Got dressed and washed my face.

Brushed my teeth and combed my hair.

(Again.)

Ran to the drugstore

To get a gift card for Amazon

To send to my sister

For her birthday next week.

(Today is my mother’s birthday.

She would have been 98.)

Drove 10 miles to Trader Joes.

I needed ciabatta bread

For my friend who was coming over

For our regularly scheduled gab session.

As I walked into the house

I kissed my man goodbye,

As he left to go play Texas Hold ‘Em.

While I gabbed.

I sat down in front of the gong

And played for a bit.

I’m learning how to get different sounds out of it.

It’s really cool.

My BFF down here came over

She brought Josh Cabernet Sauvignon

It’s my favorite cab.

Heated up the ciabatta bread

Made dipping oil.

We gabbed for 2 hours.

It was lovely.

We solved the worlds problems

And our own.

She left after a couple hours.

I made blueberry muffins

From scratch,

Jordan Marsh recipe.

They came out so good.

We made dinner

Pork cutlet pounded very thin

covered with sauce

and mozzarella cheese

and 3 cheese tortellinis.

Mmmmmm…….

Cleaned the kitchen

After we both tried a blueberry muffin

(They came out good!!)

and sat down.

Oh, and did a couple loads of laundry sometime too,

That was a busy day for me. Phew!!!

We all have days like this, where we are somehow energized by each thing we accomplish. It was fun, all day. Maybe I’ll be tired tomorrow, but maybe not. Life is good!

To Be Willing

The sound of singing bowls
Circle the room
The low rumble of a lone gong
Fills souls longings
Waves of vibrations flow
Up and down the room
Through each person
Peace and joy fill the space
Where moments ago
Pain had lived.
Let go the fear
Let go the pain
Be willing to be free.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

 

 

Rising

Sometimes pain just lays in on you.
You don’t even know it’s there.
It can hide real well.
You feel a tweak
You deny.
You deny again.
And again.
And once more.

Then all of a sudden.|
It just lays on you.
Smothering.
Out of hiding
It covers your heart,
Your mind
And it just

Hurts.

There’s a truth in pain.
An honesty.
It would be refreshing
If it wasn’t so disconcerting.
But it is.
Disconcerting.
Upsetting.Ri
Spinning you dizzy
When the world you created
To deny that pain

Cracks

The light comes in the cracks
The glaring bright light
The kind you shield your eyes from
Yet you still see it, behind your eyelids

Like looking at the sun
It blinds you
You have to sit with it
For an hour
Or a day
Or a week
But not forever.

You try to catch your breath.
You try to throw it off of you.
But it’s heavy
It’s weighted
Its origin is deep
Deeper than you knew

Finally,
With every last ounce of your energy
You throw it off
It’s left you bruised and broken
And hurting.

But you still have your breath.
You can begin again.
Breathe.
Dig down.
Deep.
Breathe.

Rise.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

The Weight of Shame

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Shoulders slumped
Under the weight
Of guilt

Hurting him was not
In the plan
There was no plan

Just words
Spoken in anger
Where was the love?

Shoulders slumping more
The weight sending
Her head into her hands

Shame is heavy
Weighing her down
Who is she, now?

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Reach 10 via Google Images