Valerie's Poetry and Other Life's Stories: 2014

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

I WILL LOVE YOU

I will love you steady
hold you when you think
your heart is on the equator
and your body spins
at the south pole
and you cannot
get it together

I will love you still
even when you leave
afraid of what it means
to be vulnerable and
need what you
cannot find within

I will love you here
and wait through the struggle
breathe when you are on quest
for the parts of you that seem
all over the place

I will love you
regardless

© Valerie Bridgeman
June 10, 2014

Monday, May 12, 2014

ANSWERING LILLIE/Edited

EDITED VERSION OF POEM POSTED JANUARY 16, 2013

Answering Lillie

We are built for destiny's questions

While you were looking away
we saw you coming....

Others see our callings before we do

Walking our passion out as we do,
we do not reflect on what this step
or that one means

Shaped by life, by God's hand,
by toes dug in sand, by providence

by wishes, by Divine laughter--cosmic jokes
and expectations we didn't know we had,
We live the questions
rather than ask them.

We do what we are assigned

not knowing there is a mandate

it morphs our bones into shape

and people notice like women

know when another woman is

pregnant before she misses

a menstrual cycle or bends

in nauseous consent.

Women know these things.

Women note Moving Mystery and Clouds

that overtake us before we

know we are consumed. Others

see us like this.

We never fully see ourselves

It's wise to listen to counsel, to judge it

against what we know about God's

works in our particular histories

why we ought pay attention to sacred texts

and wrangle the questions clear

I ended up many of the places I have

and doing much of what I do because of

the 2 or 3 or several witnesses who confirmed

the where and the it of my life

long before I could commit my heart

to it or even say it was a Divine commission

And oftentimes, God is on a timeline

that does not give us the luxury of hesitation

we need the mothers to tell us

to get up and get moving

in the direction of that last

Whisper, even if we have no

idea where it's taking us.

© Valerie Bridgeman
May 12, 2014

(Words from March 2008/reworked--in answer to the question, "Why do others see your call before you do?")

Lillie,

We are built for these kinds of questions

Often others see our callings before we do

because we often just are walking them out

and not reflecting on them at all

just doing it or being shaped by life

by the hand of God

by providence

by Divine humor

We do what we are assigned

even when we don't know it's an assignment

And people begin to see

the new shape

but like wise old women who can tell another woman

is pregnant before that woman knows,

or before she even misses a menstrual cycle

people take note of Moving Mystery

and the Cloud that overtakes us even before

we know we're consumed in it

We never fully see ourselves

That is why it's wise to listen

to the voice of counsel and judge it

against what we know about the way God

works in our particular histories

paying attention to the sacred texts

and how fruitful are the lives

of the people who claim to "see" us

I ended up many of the places I have

and doing much of what I do because of

the 2 or 3 or several witnesses who confirmed

the where and the it of my life

long before I could commit my heart

to it or even say it was a Divine commission

And oftentimes, God is on a timeline

that does not give us the luxury of hesitation

we need the mothers to let us

to get up and get moving

in the direction of that last

Whisper, even if we have no

idea where it's taking us.

January 16, 2013, with words from March 2008

EMOTIONAL

How do I make this go away--the up and down

of the tears and smiles, the way I remember

what seems like joy that cuts you to the quick?

© Valerie Bridgeman
May 12, 2014

Let Us Dance

I found a poem I wrote July 3, 2012 on the way back from Brazil:

Let us offer one another the fresh bread of forgiveness
Let us be transformed in our eating
Let our garments be sewn with threads of grace,
a covering of praise to shield us in this world
of trouble and woe

Let us sing with gladness, shout with joy
Let us dance

Let freedom be our shoes
Let us do it together
Let us run toward a world not yet born
but birthing

Let us be midwives
Let us groan and sweat and push
in the appropriate moment

Let us remember
Let us drink wine with glad hearts
Let us laugh in unison,
hold our sides in pain and joy

Let us dance

© Valerie Bridgeman

Monday, February 3, 2014

SONNET 2 on day 3/I WAITED

I waited for love to meet my at noon
Pacing, staring out the window, the dread
that love would not greet me, later or soon
The disappointment would land me in bed

A promise filled the air, an empty word
I tried to believe you meant it, but no
noon comes and goes and your voice is not heard
My hope dashed to ashes, I stand to go

Yet I continue to trust what you say
For you to keep faith, grant another chance
I anticipate this will be the day
you will not leave me alone, mourner's dance.

I, ever the fool, hopeless romantic
Never able to believe your antics.

© Valerie Bridgeman

February 3, 2014

Sunday, February 2, 2014

ON WRITING SONNETS

I don't have the skill to write it, sonnet
or the constitution to keep it up
I wonder about people who can split
their skill set into this poetic cup

I have not the patience it always takes
to think in alternate rhythm and rhyme
or the emotional space that it makes
for me to clear space for writing, and time

Even if I did, I do not know how
I would continue to write ev'ry day
how I would continue to yield and bow
to the process, no matter, come what may

This is a discipline, to write, for sure
And sticking with it is the only cure

© Valerie Bridgeman
February 2, 2014

*Edited February 13, 2014 to make the 10 syllable requirement

I bow to those who can write and think in sonnet form. If I am to be a "real" poet, I will have to commit to all the possibilities. I can't do this one everyday. I'm not sure I did it this day. But once a week. First week. Promise kept.