That Girl

"That Girl" is my friend, Kate as well as the title of her Blog. I often share my poetry with her before posting because she is a fierce editor and sound critic.  Yes, I trust her that much.  In the past week I have written poems about Champions waving banners in victory over loss. I have written about what it means to be Brave. Brava Kate, for sharing your story, thus lighting a candle for others on the road to recovery.

THAT GIRL

Brave is the soul
Whose confession is that of
Brokenness
Illuminating the path to
Healing
On the journey to becoming
Whole

Please see more of Kate's writing at:

http://thatgirlkate.blogspot.com/2014/04/tg-waves-her-banner-high.html

 

Royal Mile

It never before occurred to me how difficult it is for some people to have dinner out by themselves.  I try to check in with my ego from time to time to make sure I'm okay with it myself....and I am usually just fine:




It's okay alone.
Time with my thoughts to reflect to create
I did a check to be sure
Alone
Not missing love or words or debate
Alone

Bailey's on my right side
Angry Orchard on th'other
Sip sip chug gal
See I'm that one gal
Can handle the good stuff
Unlike any other

Smile in my heart
To match the smirk on my face
No honey, you heard right
Table for one
There'll be no date
Well....not now at any rate

Cuz I'm licking my lips
And sucking on bones
Fully engaging my appetite
When one observes me
He thinks he deserves me
But that ain't happening
No not tonight.

Because tonight I am solo
Not Han; as in only
Dining alone
But in no way lonely.

Por Que (for Enrique)

He looks in my eyes
Then asks, “Why?”
Why him? Why now?
What is the fascination?
This “Why?”
On the heels of being called Beautiful
With no expectation
No promise
‘Save the companionship
Of two like minded souls
Why?
When he has opened a window
Allowed the unsullied breeze to
Drift in
And the sun
Whose rays warm those frosted
Forlorn corners
And bring light to
That which was only in shadow.
Why?
He opened the door
And gave entry to Serenades
Of passion, wit
And wonder.
Honored my lineage with song.
Is there a “Why” in these actions?
No… There is simply the compassion and comfort
Fidelity
Found in a true friend.
Why, in deed.