"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."

Sunday, January 14, 1990

Flight Of The Eagle

A lonely eagle soars across the sky;
fragile in flight, yet eager to fly.
A strong gust of destructive wind
incapacitates his left wing.

Hastily plummeting toward the sea,
he reminded me a little of me.
Here flew solely, a beautiful bird,
so naive, yet so alert;

circling the world aroud him;
not landing to face the grim.
Then, struck suddenly by a breee
and immediately brought to his knees.

He finds a reason to survive!
He finds a reason to fight for his life.
Why? So he could be struck again?
I find this eagle to be my friend.

January 14, 1990

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 11:35 AM

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