"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, January 24, 1998

Post Intimate Thought II

I found joy
in another's arms,
but yet, I still miss
our special closeness.
Nothing seems to compare.

They can be better for me;
better for my head,
but can't fill my heart,
at least not like you;
can't please my body,
at least not like you.

I wonder,
of course,
if you ever
have these thoughts;
these feelings.
If you ever
miss the fact
that we clicked.

I wonder
not only can you,
but do you
remember how happy you were
to come home to your 'beautiful wife?'

Not only can you,
but do you
remember me holding you
when you couldn't stand on your own?

Not only can you,
but do you,
remember me nurturing you when you were weak?

I know I need to be here;
away from you,
but I will always treasure
that we needed each other,
and found safety; security; pleasure
in each other's arms.

January 24, 1998

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 5:27 PM

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