She stared through my face as if she never saw me – stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.
The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there. These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.
Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.
But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.
This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee
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Un unutterable Peace ; speechless words : like buds and drops : like tears, or re-cycled
petals. Growing glowing, visible best in the dark. In the Dark.
Deep within the heart of man is a Strength
he will find when he rides
speaks Words of Life
Harvests are of so many kinds
- .. . that your beauty is regarded as a vice Mother, your holiness desecrated, a million times, with out reason, without rhyme. And just a few of us cry a little in corners , and that is the only crime, certified. A father or mother who cried. ” …where is the mind without fear ? That clear stream of reason has just its way, into the dreary desert sands of dead habit…’
- India, can you still read this ?
Indian Village early morning RN water colour
Thresholds. OIl RNoel
Early hour of morn – Peace,
like a sword – thru’ indifference.
How dumb man is when he is afraid.
My spirit shivers at the cowardice of kings,
and I am such a wisp of a thing, yet ,
each new dawn,
my soul stammers, then sings…
They arrive like surprise windows
to Places I have not noticed before,
what kind of God are You,
above all Powers;
Your words sift Colours
Destiny ; They revisit me
no longer castles in the sand,
but Citadels, in the Master’s Hand
What do I use for creases deep within –
mid lid trauma of the mind’s eye
I shop for Glitter and lay it on thick,
layer on layer, where the spirit and soul mesh
where the heart lingers
where the soul of me, loses her ashen face, for Hidden Treasure:
cosmetics that never
shoes that cannot wear out
and garments of deep beauty, body,soul, spirit, mind –
oh my soul,
what a find
what a find.
This is for the one that met me last evening: she may never read this:
I met a beautiful little girl with so much to give, but was afraid of human beings. What kind of fear is that ? When we are afraid of human beings?
All I wanted for her was to have at least a good friend. How I wish that for you little one – that you would find a friend. I’ll call her Myra.
She stared at me and returned to her window that looked into a high blank wall. That wall is her friend. The only one she trusts.
Yes, we can write all our words and do all our good works, but alone-ness is a thing we fight most, and am sitting here speechless today, trying to quiet my chaos, with reading other people’s poetry. Other languages. Anything to hide my own blank walls. These areas where we know so so so little about the 7 billion of us. sharing the same air and water and oxygen and voting rights and goats and airplanes and nice cricket. And pavilions and parenting books and needs. Yes its tough being a parent in this decade of madness. And maybe it tougher being a kid.
The post below belongs to Kelly Belmonte, Chief Muse of Allninemuses a program designer, Wife, mother, blogger, published poet, and puttering gardener, she has set down roots in her “discovered country” of New England after emigrating from upstate New York over half a lifetime ago. The “nine” of All Nine is a reference to the nine sister muses of Greek mythology. These inspirational sisters represent multiple domains of creativity and intelligence, from epic poetry to science. For any vision to move from the inside of one person’s eyelids to the physical world where it can make a positive impact, it takes a collaborative effort across multiple disciplines and an openness to many sources of inspiration.
I love your work Kelly Belmonte. I love the languages within you : inner dialects that know the human heart. Irrespective of where we are born, color, creed, this one thing we share, the need to never be alone. Eastern and Western poets, Mid east and inter-continental…
Listen, You Who Are Alone
We need, at times, to seek out friends.
Friend, one cannot either be born, or come to one’s end,
if not with another. It is good
that friendship strips
the gloom of guilt from work,
that it makes gladness not stolen,
How can you be all alone when,
at the fullness of time, all things speak at length with you,
and then the morn-star rises?
Here is the Spanish original:
Es necesario, a veces, encontrar compañía.
Amigo, no es posible ni nacer ni morir
sino con otro. Es bueno
que la amistad le quite
al trabajo esa cara de castigo
y a la alegría ese aire ilícito de robo.
¿Cómo podrás estar solo a la hora
completa, en que las cosas y tú hablan y hablan,
hasta el amanecer?
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