| November 10, 84
Grey hair reassures
The elderly -
But puts off the adolescent.
Can this fogy understand?
Grey hair implies
Understanding - or misunderstanding.
Age and wisdom MAY not coincide
But youth and wisdom DO
not!
I thank God that I can accept
And pray that I may project
My acceptance
To those who need to know
it.
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Nov 16, 84
Seeking wisdom within
Myself
I find only idiocy
Which translates later
Into midsense.
Given a gifted mind
A marginal progression
And release from tension
It triggers
A sensible analysis of mind
Wherein I find the answer.
(Is this a POEM?
Who knows?
An encyclopedic event
A bunch of junk to be reviewed
A yard sale of my mind.
I would buy it back! (some
of it....)
I want to write
All night
Letting the muse
Amuse
The crews
Of the planes
That fly
Across my mind.
I want to know
What will flow
To without
from within.
Is it a sin
To desire
The fire
Of creation,
To take dictation
from the cosmos?
I want to read
the seed
from eternity.
I want to write
What is right
For me,
I want to show
The way that I go,
And I want to be
A person
Of consequence... |
Jan 9, 85 (aged 51, no HRT)
Not too long before
my father's (unexpected) death.
To die with permission
Is a gentle occurence
An expansion of self into
infinity
A letting-go of personal
gravity
Allowing diffusion, intermixing
Escaping from capsule
Into unity.
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This came after:
Why is my father gone?
I do not mean that - for
why
Is easy.
WHERE is the true question.
Is he whole or scattered?
Scattered I feel
And rejoined
With other particles
Forming a new form
And endowed with vigour.
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| March 13, 85
I see no reason why
That I
At sixty
Should
Be any less than now -
Or twenty
Rather an ongoing growth
Must surely result
In a woman of superior means
To cope with life
And death
And aging -
One who should
And certainly could
Be superior.
To be allowed
To DEMAND
One's own originality
Equally viable
Equally valuable
is a
gift from "God"
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April 18, 87
"I am 24 years old and I
have done nothing...
Thus spake Tolstoy
(So reports the National
Geographic).
But I - me
I am 53
And have achieved so little
Crying for the need
the means
To fulfil myself
I feel myself able
I feel myself capable
Of what I know not.
Sensing an ability
Sensing a disability
I wonder at
my worth
Despair at
my ineptitude
And wait for revelation.
How or at what should I proceed?
Why have I this speed of
perception
Yet dearth of inspiration?
When oh when
Why oh why
Shall I succeed?
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