It is sometimes said that it's good to take up pen and paper to write a letter in a moment of anger or desperation, even if you don't post it. To me, writing poetry is perhaps a more satisfying solution. I found it so during one particularly testing time in my life ...
Signs from the Body
My shoulders have borne the weight of my heart. They tighten. They scream with tension, The pain, the tears…
Sometimes I want to live without people, for the sadness of rejection is too much… I ask Why should I put myself in the way of such melancholy?
There has been betrayal.
Dare to trust again? Do I dare it? Trust is a comfort which, when misused, leaves open the path to a crumbling of the spirit. Do love and companionship warrant the risk? Could I dare again? At this moment….NO!
At other times it is wise to reach towards truly masterful writers. To my mind this is one of the most beautiful love poems I have read:
Sonnet from the Portuguese XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise, I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
June Saville's original work not to be reproduced without written permission.
I'm past my 70th birthday and undaunted.
So far I can look back on probably a dozen different phases in my life, all producing deeply felt experience:
- A barefoot carefree childhood in an Australian seaside town
- Work as a young journalist in the days of hot metal and male chauvinism
- Dipping my toe into real life in Sydney the big city
- Marriage and precious motherhood
- A second career in corporate public relations management
- Another marriage and disillusion
- Battles for financial justice in the law courts
- Re-jigging a career
- At 60 my first university degree (Creative Writing and Australian History majors)
- Fighting sometimes lost causes
- Sneaky aches and pains of the approach of age
- Living on a pension.
All fodder for writing and a valuable background for the development of what could become one day an incisive point of view.
My blogs may become a way of answering the question: 'What's next?'