MissUnderstood #poetry #lessons

Mis step in a comment

I wish I didn’t get

if fluffy is my heart

I’ll eat my Seuss hat

levity refreshes

kindness relieves

 there are harsh words

I think my Lord grieves

learn from a child

“grown” people rarely do

“a person’s, a person”

and that’s really true

When I was a child we were taught: “If you can’t say something nice,  don’t say anything at all.”

I’m sure we didn’t understand all the implications but I think they meant “A person can be hurt by inconsiderate words.”

 

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Misunderstood #poetry #pain #photography

Window – Holocaust Museum

I look from a point of no reprieve

behind the pained glass window

light flickers in the trees

people pass smiling as they go

it feels like?

looks like?

is…

I breathe in – precarious I’m standing

little oxygen

less understanding

this lack makes my head spin

it feels like?

looks like?

is…

I plaster my face to the glass

can’t they see inside

what of them should I ask

as they travel quickly by

it feels like?

looks like?

is…

I wonder does it matter

flailing against the glass

they watch as the pain does  shatter

looking upon bloodied ruin as they pass

it feels like?

looks like?

is…

Photograph “Holocaust Window” L. Moon copyright 2012

Paralyzed for a Day #FlashFiction #specialneeds

“It’s too soon to know.

Could be a week

could be a month

or forever!”  The doctor’s said.

Glad I’m alive and yet…

“Will I ever see, or feel, be able to lift my baby again?

I hate that I can’t take care of myself”  she thought.

The prospective employers did not understand nor care…


I was one of the lucky ones – rendered paralyzed, from a car accident, on one side for a year.  I did lose my livelihood  ( and long aspired for profession) because of discrimination  which, at the time, I did not believe could be the case.

However, I can get out of bed each day, take care of my hygiene,  and feel a child holding my hand. Though I have empathy for my brothers and sisters who live each day with limitations, I never would choose to back . Try it for a day and see how painful life is as a “differently-abled”  often misunderstood person.

I would like to thank G-Man for weekly hosting Friday Flash Fiction. Its a great challenge to formulate and idea in 55 words.

photo courtesy L. Beaudin http://www.flickr.com/photos/khaleeka/4777100973

Misunderstood

She said a word

in the cool of the night

he heard it wrong

now there’s heat and there’s spite

now a word can be handled

with love and with care

but another can be

flung like a dagger in the air

but the word wedges deeper

than the dagger ever will

it will cut and will carve

to see  more than blood spill

oh to be misunderstood

in the heat of the night

no more love understanding

they were ready for a fight

Misunderstood

I look at a reflection

what do I see there?

it appears somewhat uncertain

of my feelings

are you aware?

***

What is important

is people in my life

they help so much with meaning

simply put

things are less contrived

****

I once more face dilemma

it hasn’t been the first

acquiesce on what matters

for dissension

I have no thirst

***

If only you could view me

from another way

that view through the mirror

might reveal

my thoughts this day

Photo:  Sister  72 (Creative Commons)

In Love (with words) a blog

Love: Common but so misunderstood

Love is such a common theme in writing, in poetry, in life- yet so misunderstood. Why?

What is love?  Why even test the waters when most likely someone is going to get hurt? Wouldn’t it just be safer to live in a “love” void our entire lives? Maybe. BUT -Our beings have a space or a black hole. This space clamors to be filled with love, acceptance, purpose. There are so many types of love -will one type do?

Greeks Define Love

Look at the Greeks they understood love and it’s depth. No way could one word define love.

They used five words:

  • Eros – self explanatory (need I say more?)
  • Storge – affection  the love for a family member
  • Thelema – desire to be revered in achievement (writers understand this one)
  • Philia – friendship / loyalty
  • Agape – the almost out of reach sacrificial love (CS Lewis’ definition “Caring regardless of the circumstances”)


Work your way up to the difficult aspects of love

Maybe that’s the thing- we need to look at the many facets of love. A person may not be great at the Eros kind of love, but  soars at Philia. Agape may be on the skids, but Storge is at an all time high. Love though elusive wants to be discovered. So maybe start at the easier aspects of love like Philia. Think -first date- Philia. Second date (we’ll see how the Philia goes on the first date). Well if you are only aiming for one date what the heck go for the Eros.

I recently spoke with a widowed family member. You’d think by seventy that a person would have the whole “love thing” down – right?? Well for some I gather it’s like going back to “square one.” Interesting that people made it through with the first or second marriage and at seventy are behaving like they did as teens.

What’s up with that? I guess these people didn’t study enough Greek in school.

I think when I am seventy I am going to stick to Thelema – it seems rather safe

***You might say I have the whole love thing figured out – can you please post a blog and enlighten the rest of us.