"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."

Thursday, December 16, 1993

Playing For Keeps

No!
No matter what the cost;
no matter how much he thinks...
I don't want to hear it.

Just words;
empty vocals;
Don't waste your breath.
It was just a fleeting thought
at my expense.

Save it
for someone you'll devote yourself to.
Surely, it won't be me.
Not me!
No matter how much you think...
I just can't take it again.


Wait!
What did you say?
Your arms are holding me.
You are looking out for me.
You know exactly what will hurt me.

What did you say?
Your arms are holding me.
You are looking at losing just as much.
You are in the same position.
This had to be thought through.

Maybe
it could be just what I need.
I want to hear it again.
You love me?
Such words!

No matter what the cost,
I want to hear it.
Yes!

December 16, 1993

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 11:55 AM

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