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.

© Valerie Bridgeman
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.

Friday, January 31, 2014

HAIKU 31/BABY

Your words reach my ears
longing for "baby" greetings
when morning arrives.


© Valerie Bridgeman
January 31, 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014

HAIKU 30/ART LOST

Decision-making:
art lost on simple people
bent on not thinking.


© Valerie Bridgeman
January 30, 2014