"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."

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Woman













Woman
has a way of breaking the heart;
Not just that of man

How I’ve struggled through the years with this paradox!

Forced upon limiting relationships
and fraternizing with care

I waded with hesitance
at the banks of a new river—
Sisterhood

Still fearful,
I dove into deeper waters

You had the potential
to send spirits soaring above any woe
Both as a group,
and as individuals

But, alas…
My circle of hope
unbraided before my eyes

The footholds on that lone rock at sea—
Just a splash of fantasy, while gasping for air

The blossoms protruding from plentiful leaves—
Just an illusion in imaginary mist

October 4, 2006

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 12:21 PM

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Life can full of some difficult realizations. SO many things we can't control, or seem beyond our control.I like your blog very much, and wish you the best with your son. Thanks for posting.

5:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the way I linked your blog, but it seems that you have been gone for a long time. Let me know if you come back.

5:07 PM  

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