Tag Archive | writing

Unconventional

 

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Sometimes I think about my life

I realize it hasn’t followed the usual patterns we expect

 

I got married while I was a student

To another student

I married outside my culture

At a time when it was not so usual

 

I knew how to drive before my husband did

I changed my major many times

I chose to stay at home to raise my kids

At a time when most women worked outside the house

 

I moved from city to city several times

And when I went back to work

I only worked part time

 

I started writing poetry later in life

In a language that is not my mother tongue

I chose to write about mental health

We need to get rid of the stigma

 

Now, I’ve entered a new phase of life

With more emphasis on writing 

It’s a transition of sorts

I’m still trying to figure it out

 

All of these things make me a little different

Some things I’ve done are unconventional

But I’ve been lucky to have been able to choose my own path

I hope others understand

But if they don’t

I don’t mind

 

April 3rd, 2019

My zone

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I get into in a zone

When I write

A special place

A place of reflection and calm

I’m with people

But separated

There is talking around me

But I don’t hear it

When I enter this special space

It’s hard to leave

I like to linger

The world and its activities await

But I’d like to delay them

So, I stay 

I Stay a little bit … longer

 

March 17th, 2019

A gift to myself

 

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I cherish my solitude

A time to reflect

A time to write

There must be no distraction

I especially like coffee shops

 

This hour in the day has been carved into it

Because I’ve repeated it so many times

It’s now a groove into which I happily fall

 

It’s an hour when I recharge 

It’s a gift I give to myself

This time has brought me so much joy

I’ve spent these hours blissfully

 

Something so simple 

Can nourish my soul

It can be done anytime  

Anywhere in the world

 

March 10th, 2019

The magic of the early mornings

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The silence of the early morning

When the world is still sleeping

When the sun has not risen

When my mind is refreshed after a night of rest

When the day ahead awaits

All I hear is the tick tock of the clock in the living room

And the hum of the heater

And that’s if I listen for it

Otherwise, I’m lost in my thoughts

On a sea of tranquility 

No one to distract me

No one who needs me

No urgent feeling to do things

Other than contemplate, read and write

It’s the magic of the early morning

Is my spirit closer to its source?

Is my mind not clouded with the tasks of the day?

What is the source of this calm I feel?

 

March 4th, 6:00 am

My wish to write

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I wish to write I told someone in my youth

You haven’t lived enough he told me

You have to experience life

To have something to write about

The cup needs to be filled

Before it can quench someone’s thirst

 

I was disappointed 

Even distraught 

I wanted to write ‘now’

 

But he was proven to be right

I had not lived long enough

Not shed enough tears

Not questioned things I believed in

Not gone through confusion and doubt

Not fallen so hard that it was difficult to get up

 

The caged bird sings in captivity

It’s her release

It’s her cry of help

In the lonely confines of the cage

It’s what keeps her occupied

It’s what keeps her alive and brings her joy 

And others are moved by her song

 

January 2019

Unforeseen guest

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Here’s my response to Rumi’s poem, The Gesthouse:

So many times have I tried to write my pain away
Perhaps I should not be doing that

Perhaps I should accept the pain
And welcome it into my day as an unforeseen guest
A guest bearing gifts
I don’t as yet understand

December 17th, 2018

To hell and back

 

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It is said to be a poet

You have to go to hell and back

The hell of suffering

The hell of hopelessness

The hell of dreariness

The hell of darkness

Why is that?

Could going to hell and back

Awaken in us emotions which we can then express in poetry?

Could going to hell and back

Teach us the humility that is required

To receive the gift of poetry?

Could going to hell and back

Burn away our impurities?

Could going to hell and back

Make brighter the colours of the world?

Could going to hell and back

Help us mature?

Going to hell and back

Seems and is awful

But if the result is poetry

What a gift

What a gift

 

December 10th, 2018