You are so Beautiful

You are so Beautiful

Do not weep for broken logs,
For those that are split apart,
For knuckled twigs
Or that which is bent.

Is any wood straight
Without imperfection?

Honor that which makes you different.
A perfect log will roll off the fire.
You, though, are steadfast,
And cherished.

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Note on photo: This giant tree still grows in the middle of town, right in the sidewalk. Behind is a kiosk which has recently been bought by a new owner. The kiosk is set further in from the street so it isn’t within view here, but you can see the outside sign, which the owner brings out in the morning, then takes back inside at closing time. ¬†Further down is a popular ice cream shop called Grido. Here, many sit at tables and enjoy the outdoors, late into the night.

I wrote the poem while walking Puzzle this afternoon.

Exercise, from radio show 10/19

Writing exercise! As mentioned on yesterday’s show….

Consider this poem by David Ignatow:

ABOVE EVERYTHING

By

David Ignatow

I wished for death often

but now that I am at its door

I have changed my mind about the world.

It should go on; it is beautiful,

even as a dream, filled with water and seed,

plants and animals, others like myself,

ships and buildings and messages

filling the air – a beauty

if I have ever seen one.

In the next world, should I remember

this one, I will praise it

above everything.

 

Here’s what to do now…I am going to post it again, leaving out some of the poem. It’s your turn. Fill in the blanks! Be as creative as you want! No rules for “staying inside the box.” As a matter of fact, there is no box, it’s a mass delusion.

ABOVE EVERYTHING

By

David Ignatow

I wished for death often

but now that I am at its door

I have changed my mind about the world.

It should go on; it is beautiful,

even as a dream, filled with _________

_________________________________

_________________________________

___________________–a beauty

if I have ever seen one.

In the next world, should I remember

this one, I w praise it

above everything.

 

Have fun! Love, Julie and Puzzle

Written in praise admiration for fellow writer Desha Blue

I highly recommend Desha Blue’s book, Abducted by Aliens, or anything else she has written. This is an amazing collection of poetry about psych abuse. All I can say is, wow. I can sure relate. Everything she says is absolutely true about what “they” do.

I write this to honor Desha and I support her efforts 100%. I truly believe in what she is doing to show the world precisely what psych abuse does to a person.

I can’t say it was that bad at first otherwise surely, I wouldn’t have ever gone back. I’d say the last 6 years for me were bad. The last three, Living Hell. As soon as they claim you lack insight, you become worthless shit.

It’s true that psych abuse wrecks lives, breaks families apart, and is the #1 cause of suicide.

I am writing this also remembering Diane Daw. She was a good friend of mine. We were hospital roommates.  We laughed together many nights. After that, we remained friends.

Diane was an amazing artist. A painter. She was witty and, I’d say, brilliant.

In 1986, I left Vermont and moved to the Boston area. I begged Diane to move and leave the incompetent quacks she was seeing. Namely Carl Burak, MD and the other incompetent she saw. However, Diane was rather taken by these doctors and praised their expertise. In the same breath, she said she knew they were not only humbugs but that she was getting nowhere with them.

That’s how it is with folks that get immersed and too deeply into it. Psych abuse sucks you in just like spousal abuse and you can’t get away.

I sent Diane a letter in 1988 and her roommate wrote back that she had died. The letter said she had been buried in Connecticut. Nothing Continue reading Written in praise admiration for fellow writer Desha Blue