"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Saturday, June 15, 1996

Conflict












You make me feel alive,
bringing out that on which I thrive.
Gentle caress on the nape of my neck;
making every hair stand erect.

Soft nuzzle on my scalp; tight grasp of my hair;
goosebumps subsisting everywhere.
Tracing the curves of my body's frame;
even if you are just playing a game,

if you can make me feel this way,
there isn't much my head can say.
There is a why--
fate's ally.

What now will follow this?
Never even shared a kiss;
was indeed a connection made
or just round one of a continuing game?

No need to answer me.
I already see.
The force you endowed me with;
something I have grown to miss;

makes me sit back and think
as I sip from life's drink.
It makes me re-examine things.
I wonder if head or heart will win.

June 15, 1996

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 4:24 PM

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