I am no runcible spoon,
as much as I've bent myself
out of and into shape trying
to be all things to all people
slice, dice, scoop, stir, spear,
heal, teach.provide, create.
I cannot be all, do all, help all
I am only what I am,
Can do only what I can.
Victoria Hendricks
February 24, 2011
*Definition of runcible spoon: A fork shaped like a spoon with three broad prongs, one having a sharpened edge like a knife. Used by Edward Lear in "The Owl and the Pussy Cat."
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Safe Enough
Safe Enough
Real safety is illusion
Safe enough keeps hope alive.
Safe people listen and accept,
don't minimize, brush pain away,
offer platitudes, require solutions.
Safe people accept, allow, abide.
Victoria Hendricks
February 22. 2011
Real safety is illusion
Safe enough keeps hope alive.
Safe people listen and accept,
don't minimize, brush pain away,
offer platitudes, require solutions.
Safe people accept, allow, abide.
Victoria Hendricks
February 22. 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Prayer for Vision
This poem is the respoinse to BelleDiane's prompt regarding those who dance seeming crazy to those who don't hear the music.
Noah built ark through season of sun.
Henry Ford invested in horseless carriage.
Wright brothers took wing down island beach.
German Jewish mother, 1939, wrote American
cousin, begged passage for family to Chicago.
Rosa Parks kept her seat. Dr. King stood up.
Men in love held hands at concert, adopted child.
In office, park, grocery store,in conversation,on line,
I pray I hear spirit's music, find the steps, dance to call
of intuition, spirit, innovation, conscience,vision
in face of scorn of those who hear only the marching beat
of tradition, propriety, convention, the way it is done,
the easy, the predictable, the ordinary norm.
Courage, foresight, insight, invite scorn, buy life.
Victoria Hendricks
February 21, 2011
Noah built ark through season of sun.
Henry Ford invested in horseless carriage.
Wright brothers took wing down island beach.
German Jewish mother, 1939, wrote American
cousin, begged passage for family to Chicago.
Rosa Parks kept her seat. Dr. King stood up.
Men in love held hands at concert, adopted child.
In office, park, grocery store,in conversation,on line,
I pray I hear spirit's music, find the steps, dance to call
of intuition, spirit, innovation, conscience,vision
in face of scorn of those who hear only the marching beat
of tradition, propriety, convention, the way it is done,
the easy, the predictable, the ordinary norm.
Courage, foresight, insight, invite scorn, buy life.
Victoria Hendricks
February 21, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
I Am Poems
These two poems are important to me, inspired by a friend's suggestion this morning. I haven't been posting poems, have been writing some but disjointedly. Maybe revealing my state here will get me going.
I am
I am connector and dreamer.
I wonder if it is too late for love.
I hear crying in the night.
I see sunlight on the river.
I want to erase pain.
I am connector and dreamer.
I pretend I am not afraid.
I feel colors like caresses.
I touch the face of the moon.
I worry I let people down.
I cry when my friends hurt.
I am connector and dreamer.
I understand real is better than perfect.
I say life is hard and life is good.
I dream of my beloved dead.
I try to stay in each moment.
I hope love is stronger than loss.
I am connector and dreamer.
Victoria Hendricks, 2/ 21/ 2011
I Am
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I wonder if I can be enough, do enough.
I hear words of hate, cries of pain.
I see messy rooms, suffering faces.
I want to make everyone OK.
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I pretend I know what to do next.
I feel need swirling like tornado.
I touch Bob's hand and feel death.
I worry I am not strong enough.
I cry out in powerlessness.
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I understand I will have more losses.
I say love is stronger than loss.
I dream of feeling safe.
I try to stay in the moment.
I hope I have enough to give.
i am exhausted and overwhelmed.
Victoria Hendricks, 2/21/2011
I am
I am connector and dreamer.
I wonder if it is too late for love.
I hear crying in the night.
I see sunlight on the river.
I want to erase pain.
I am connector and dreamer.
I pretend I am not afraid.
I feel colors like caresses.
I touch the face of the moon.
I worry I let people down.
I cry when my friends hurt.
I am connector and dreamer.
I understand real is better than perfect.
I say life is hard and life is good.
I dream of my beloved dead.
I try to stay in each moment.
I hope love is stronger than loss.
I am connector and dreamer.
Victoria Hendricks, 2/ 21/ 2011
I Am
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I wonder if I can be enough, do enough.
I hear words of hate, cries of pain.
I see messy rooms, suffering faces.
I want to make everyone OK.
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I pretend I know what to do next.
I feel need swirling like tornado.
I touch Bob's hand and feel death.
I worry I am not strong enough.
I cry out in powerlessness.
I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I understand I will have more losses.
I say love is stronger than loss.
I dream of feeling safe.
I try to stay in the moment.
I hope I have enough to give.
i am exhausted and overwhelmed.
Victoria Hendricks, 2/21/2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Many Chambers
Many Chambers
Memory has many chambers
nests of, solace, caves of sleep,
ballrooms bursting bright with dancers,
summer back porch rich with song,
dorm room, apartment kitchen with
box of newborn kittens and window
in the blooming trees, hospital waiting
rooms, emergency rooms, hospital rooms.
I go there to mourn, or to rejoice,
to remember who I was and what
I loved, lost, gained, dreamed, feared.
I cannot live there. Only in this single
simple unfolding instant can I live.
Memory has many chambers
nests of, solace, caves of sleep,
ballrooms bursting bright with dancers,
summer back porch rich with song,
dorm room, apartment kitchen with
box of newborn kittens and window
in the blooming trees, hospital waiting
rooms, emergency rooms, hospital rooms.
I go there to mourn, or to rejoice,
to remember who I was and what
I loved, lost, gained, dreamed, feared.
I cannot live there. Only in this single
simple unfolding instant can I live.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Puddling
Puddling - Case Against
Puddling into tears
is not my style.
It scares me.
When the worst
happens I need
earth under feet,
action to take,
no puddling
too scary to flow
liquid until crisis
has left debris.
Puddling - Case For
Tears wash resistance
out of body, loosen
muscles, bring restful
sleep, leave space
for fresh energy.
Puddling is passage,
not destination, not
oblivion, annihilation
Puddle crystalizes
into cleansed strength.
Victoria Hendricks
January 25, 2011
Puddling into tears
is not my style.
It scares me.
When the worst
happens I need
earth under feet,
action to take,
no puddling
too scary to flow
liquid until crisis
has left debris.
Puddling - Case For
Tears wash resistance
out of body, loosen
muscles, bring restful
sleep, leave space
for fresh energy.
Puddling is passage,
not destination, not
oblivion, annihilation
Puddle crystalizes
into cleansed strength.
Victoria Hendricks
January 25, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Time Machine
In the middle of my sentence
shape shifts, time collapses.
You sit cross legged on floor,
nursing you sleeping son
and suddenly I feel the warm
weight of your baby head,
the hungry suckling of your
hot lips at my own nipple.
Family is a time machine.
Victoria Hendricks
January 18, 2011
shape shifts, time collapses.
You sit cross legged on floor,
nursing you sleeping son
and suddenly I feel the warm
weight of your baby head,
the hungry suckling of your
hot lips at my own nipple.
Family is a time machine.
Victoria Hendricks
January 18, 2011
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