#NationalPoetryMonth 2014--Day 3 of a poem a day...

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 3

MY MOJO

My blind dog
Looks as if he sees,
While sitting and staring at me,
Silently conversing as I rub his neck.
My blind dog 
Seems guided by radar
Until he walks into a piece of furniture, out of place,
Then pivots and reroutes
Like a robotic, self-propelled vacuum cleaner,
Without even so much as a whimper.
My blind dog
Helps me see
How adaptation and positivity
Enable rerouting to roads less traveled.
He is my leader dog.

Words that Evoke Blushing

Today I happened to come across a nostalgic article by author Kelly Corrigan, "Apparently, My Mom Was Once a Girl." Her story of the day that she discovered the girl her mother had once been, via old letters between her father and her mother, reminded me so much of a poem I wrote years ago, when I was in my 20's and made a similar discovery about my mom. Here's the poem:

Blush

by Susan L. Lipson

Mom? Blushing?!

"Bobbi!" (He calls her "Bobbi"?!)

Then this apparently familiar stranger

Who obviously wishes to hug her,

But doesn’t—

Probably notices me,

Notices our resemblance—

Ogles her and sighs,

“You look just as gorgeous,

as you did…what is it now…25 years ago. Wow." 

That was before I even knew her,

before Dad even knew her--

Dad, who never calls her "gorgeous."

Now she's giggling. Really? Mom?!

"Remember when...,"

he reminds her,

and she beams,

misty-eyed--Mom?!

And this "Al" smiles at her appreciatively--

up and down--

and she lowers her eyes demurely,

but almost smirking. Mom?!

But who IS he--rather, WAS he--to her,

this giddy, blushing "Bobbi" girl,

a.k.a. Mom

a.k.a. Barbara,

a.k.a. Dad's wife?

MY DAD'S WIFE.

She's laughing now.

Flirting? Nah.

Smirking again. Mom!

She's red,

and I'm green,

in every sense of the word.

"Bobbi"

Do you remember when you first "saw" your parent as her/his former, single self, the object of someone's romantic desire, someone other than your other parent? Remember that day in words and write your own memoir or poem to capture that life-altering moment. 

ENLIGHTENMENT VERSUS DISILLUSIONMENT

Enlightenment:

"Wow! I never would've thought of that!" he gasped, his eyes aglow.

Disillusionment:

"Wow. I never would've thought of that," he sighed, the light in his eyes dimming.


So similar are these experiences, and so dependent on how we look at them.

Through what kind of eyes--glowing or dimming--do you see your realizations, whether they are enlightening or disillusioning? Our perspective determines whether we will grow from realizations, or become paralyzed by them.

Both enlightenment and disillusionment catalyze change, and the positivity or negativity of the changes depends entirely upon our reactions.