Watershed Moments

Big changes are afoot.  Daughter Number 2 has passed her driving test.  First time.  This is a major cause for celebration on many levels.  For her it is much wanted and needed independence, and a chance to show she is more successful than those who have gone before her.  Poor DN2 has always rather suffered  being second, whatever she has achieved, it has always, however unintentionally, been in the shadow of DN1.  Now she can relish the success of being the only member of the family, including her Absent Father, who has passed the driving test first time.

Tight Ropes for Beginners

So I woke up this morning knowing which poems I'll show you next.  They were written quite a long time apart, but they are about the same person. 

On a little roll

Well, of course, tell myself I'm writing once a week, and here I sit, glass of dry oloroso at my side, and I think I've got another post in me.  Actually this is because the latest poem is forming, and now is more or less formed.  I've wanted to publish a book of my poems for sometime, and nearly got it together a while ago with one of self publishing companies, but as ever something else took over and I never finished the project.

oh what the heck, let's do two in a day

I said we'd have some poetry, so let's start with an autumn theme. Of sorts

On Beauty

At what point when
The leaves turn,
Are they not beautiful?
When you swish in
Tree-lined boulevards,
Do you not see
The glory of each vein?
But are they instead
Not dying dreams
Of a long ago spring.

When acid, bright and clear,
Life coursed along
Every frond and vein,
Hopeful of a day stretching further;
Every day,
Until the glory of midsummer.

Then quietly,
Time ticked away.
The glory wasn’t acid,
Just stately, fading, drying.

One by one we fell,
To be kicked along
The boulevards,
Dying by degrees,
Unseen by feet,
Tramping towards the spring
That never could be ours.

10/28/2011

And why did I forget all this? Are yes, life got in the way

So I had all these great ideas for putting together a blog detailing my reinvention as an independent single woman in her 40s rebuilding a life destroyed through divorce.  And when I wrote the last blog I was in a good space, moving forwards, even if the dirt was somewhat overwhelming.  What happened?  Why did I forget to write that second blog.  Well, I had started it and life got in the way.  What life I cannot honestly remember, but clearly my resolve to be witty, articulate and positive was knocked by something.  But isn't that just a truth, you don't think something through, a good big plan forms in your mind, and then 'bang' something happens and it's  batten down the hatches and just keep going until calm waters are found again.