"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 16, 1990

Our Reflection

Amongst the emerald towers,
in the midst of the pines,
the sun warmed my body;
I prespired wines.

Billowing clouds, so far off in the distance
lingered in the blue.
Shades of aquamarine and cornflower
toned the overhead view.

Inhaling the pure mist
along with clean air,
I breathed in actual relief;
refreshment to my despair.

Across the meadows, far away,
were big globs of sepia rock
that stood tall and proud
homing many a hawk.

Under my toes were slender leaves,
creeping from beneath me;
shooting out in all directions;
tickling my knee.

In front me, was a pool of delight
with clear water flowing gently.
Ripples of jade and sapphire
dancing close to silently.

The mainstream was still tepid;
seeming so tranquil to me.
This was true perfection
staring back at me.

I then wondered
why I'd seen
an image of myself
within the gleam.

I figure God
was sending a sign
to let us know
that all mankind
will have their day;
All are special in some way,

so we must do the same for nature.
We must lend protection,
as it does for each of us
by casting our reflection.

June 16, 1990

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