Beneath the Tree #3 #elderly #Christmas #poetry

elderly woman

Sitting in a chair

watching the door for days

turkey smells are old

something in her memory plays

closets all are opened

every ornament has a place

this big house is empty

ghosts in too many a space

Sitting in a chair

she ticks the number of gifts

her grandchildren are grown

more often she forgets

eggnog fills the frig

the doctor doesn’t need to know

one person who likes fruitcake

welcomes flurries of snow

Sitting in a chair

my children come over to bake

bringing Christmas cheer

tho family will arrive very late

no matter how much money he left

he couldn’t promise her a wreath

their children have their lives

big house brings lonely grief

on Christmas Eve we hope

the family will arrive

we done our best with festive

and their mother’s still alive

beneath the tree

I spent so many years carrying for the elderly and one thing is consistent: they wait looking at the door like a forlorn dog. Some family shows up (eventually) others send a card or plant in their stead. There are edges to Christmas that are sad and lonely.  If you have the ability to spill a little light into another’s holiday – Please Do!!!

Beneath the Tree #2

Beneath the Tree #1

 

Watchful #poetry #photography

moored

Early the sea fills his nostrils

passion rises in his eyes

dawn glows on his face

she awaits his rough hands

casting off her sails billow

they crash against incoming tide

laughing they meet the day

she tastes the bitter dawn

her steps etched into the widows walk

so many tears shed how many remain

her fingers trace his horizon

crisp white sails against golden sunrise

her heart flutters willing him home

silent prayers for her fisherman

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.