Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mischief-Maker


Illustration by: Clara Burd

He looked so sweet
all tucked up amid
the cottontails and brown hares
Captivated by his bucket full of
sweet sensations
Barley Sugar
Coconut Ice
Fruit Drops
Peppermint Patties
How can one such small boy ever decide
One might have thought I was hidden or disguised...
so engrossed that he did not notice my presence
Behind me sounds of running bare feet and giggles grow near
A Hop Skip and a Jump away
The spell of make-believe is broken
He stares up at me in amazement
Grinning from dimple to dimple

“The universe sent angels to inspire us in the essence of children” 
~ Helena White

Posted For Monday's Child

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Star Sprite Seductress





She paints the sky with stars
On this picture perfect night
A portal leads to paradise
A passion promised flight

Tiny pearl-like prisms
Ablaze with vivid hue
An effervescent starry night
Appeared as if on cue

Larger than life Spirit Moon
Shades the turquoise evening dew
Her perfumed Jasmine blooms
Release pure scented liquid plumes

Fey Smokey eyes seduce
A forbidden secret tryst
Concealed beneath a parasol
Amid the milky mist



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One Shot Wednesday Celebrates One Year

Thanks for making

me feel welcome each week: 

Adam, Brian, Chris, Claudia, Gay, Leslie, Pete

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Stranger in the Mirror


I have chosen to share this prose to demonstrate how writing allows me to process my grief.  I am currently revisiting that time and writing my personal account of healing through loss, in the hopes that by doing so, it may show others how writing can be a doorway to get to the other side of healing a pain that one thinks will never heal.

As I stare at my reflection,
I see a stranger
Sorrow has eaten me away,
revealing a wraith-like shadow me,
with coal-stained eyes deprived of sleep,
a distressed washed-out,
tear- stained complexion,
a withered sickly grossness that has
wrenched me through the looking glass of raw pain,
where I have vanished inside my own grief.
Feeling alone and fighting to stay present against the
bottomless black pit of despair,
has used up all of my resolve
My strength of will has no reserves
I am a mere imitation of my former self,
an impostor,
almost certainly
unrecognizable by my friends and family
Will this torment ever end?

Postscript 
 
I have emptied my soul and allowed myself to
return to the dark pit of grief , temporarily...
I want you to know I am fine,
now that the tears have stopped.
The words just poured out....
explaining the raw numbing pain of loss....
This is how I felt in the first several
months after my daughters funeral...
perhaps years after. 

 
Please know that I do continue to feel deep loss, yet the love that I have for Lacy (Chantelle) remains. However, the emotional pain is filtered and softened the more that I write and share my story.

Helena

 

Lacy, I will forever feel your Love 

~ No one sees the private tears ~

Posted for Form Monday where One Stop Poetry presents Shay on Free Verse*Poetry by Helena White

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Ain’t It Strange


Today over at One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors. 
They said to have fun...So I 
 Wrote this to the melody of the song, People Are Strange  written by Jim Morrison

Ain't It Strange

Words are like magic when you're a writer
Free verse is easy when you're alone
Rhyming looks easy when you're a poet
Prose can even be renowned

Ain’t it strange
How words appear out of our pain
Ain’t it strange
Whether their classy or lame
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange

Words are like magic when you're a writer
Free verse is easy when you're alone
Rhyming looks easy when you're a poet
Prose can even be renowned

Ain’t it strange
How words appear out of our pain
Ain’t it strange
Whether their classy or lame
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange

Ain’t it strange
How words appear out of our pain
Ain’t it strange
Whether their classy or lame
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange
Ain’t it strange

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Fragile Eyes


Skipping, singing, laughing
down the tree-lined lane
There’s a little girl 
with a big bright smile

And she’s all alone

Bare feet splashing, 
River rock dashing
in the peaceful backwater creek

Her innocent gaze squinting
Her pink lips parching from 
the dazzling red-hot sun

Cornflower baby blues
Catch sight of rainbow hues
As her fragile eyes fall 
like an injured bird,

Without a word

Which tells a tale that is hers alone

Sideways glances,
Crooked smile stances
Quickly turns to a frown,

Without a sound 

There’s a little girl
that says nothing’s wrong

And she’s all alone

“Child Abuse can cast a shadow that will last a lifetime.”
-Herbart Ward

"Everyone has a story...
it just seems that some have more chapters than others"

"I'm a survivor"


Saturday, June 11, 2011

Bring in the Clowns



The annual festival of clowns
left the children wide-eyed with wonder
Totally mesmerized by the production
the kids devoured candy-floss by the
shovelfuls, as if brainwashed
Admittedly, I was tempted to take part in the
sweet sensations myself
The jovial jesters performed pantomime
as if without a care in the world
Despite their gawkiness, they were turning cartwheels
with high-spirited exuberance, protecting their true
identity behind the guise of a masked harlequin
The curtain fell after the show-stopping finale
as the crowd sent back a loud echo 
of over-wound applause 

Over at Dodge Writes, JL is offering up the USE THESE WORDS Prompt... Today's words are WIDE-EYED, ADMITTEDLY, SHOVELFUL, BRAINWASHED, MASKED, FESTIVAL, PROTECTED, OVERWOUND, GAWKINESS, JOVIAL...The rules are you must use 8 of the 10 words as they are given in prose or poetry form, I managed to use all ten.



Monday, June 6, 2011

Farewell


The news harrowed my very soul 
It cut deep exposing unforeseen anguish
My heavy heart weeps for thy
Grieved to lose such a special friend
The sting of death breaks us open
Exposing our hearts to bleed
Bereft of the fullness of time
My thoughts are seized by the hereafter
My imaginings are held captive, unable to flee
I will not say goodbye my friend
Instead, I will bid you an emotional farewell



My heart is heavy this evening…My 2nd cousin Jacqueline Sleeper Russell passed away on May 30th, 2011.  I will be forever grateful to Jacki for sharing all of her wonderful research on our Family Tree.
If it weren’t for meeting Jacki, I would never of known about my Great, Great Grandfather being an author and poet. I am so thankful for Jacki coming into my life…She will be missed. 
Dearest Jacki

Thankyou...How can such a small word ever say what I want it to mean. I will be forever grateful to you and I will always treasure our friendship.There really aren’t any words to convey how much I appreciate your coming into my life.  I believe it was meant to be….
"Roots made us cousins...Hearts made us friends"



Posted For One Stop Poetry Form Monday -with guest host Joy Jones – FREE VERSE

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