Posts Tagged ‘Relationships’

PAD Day 24—Two For Tuesday

April 24, 2012 2 comments
Skírnismál, one of the poems in the Poetic Edda.

Skírnismál, one of the poems in the Poetic Edda. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everyone knows love and its opposite. There are love poems galore because each person experiences it differently. On the flip side, each person has experienced the other side of love; the one that brings pain/suffering instead of continued joy.

Poetic Asides asks participants in its Poem-A-Day Challenge to tackle the subject of love today. It’s Two For Tuesday with a call for a love poem and an anti-love poem. Wait for it. The scramble is on, with the upshot being poets throwing poems by the handful into that cyber ring.

I have to ask forgiveness on this one, for it brings both aspects together into one poem. I hope you enjoy it. Later I’ll probably feel guilt and do at least one more poem for the day.


Too Short


Memory serves to recreate that moment

When temptation and speculation began

With a look, an accidental touch, a word.

Wearing your autumn fire in your hair


You smiled with dark brown eyes,

Laughing at something said by another.

I watched, knowing love again

Within a heart made cynical by life.


That moment when you turned and sighed,

Snuggled, saying you wanted to be kissed.

Ah, how could you know my thrill in that

Instant of being wanted by languid request.


A time of sweet refrain marched to its tune,

Leaving me unprepared of its ending too soon.

Guilt and hurt reprised tamped cynicism,

Bringing an understanding of full meaning,


To one who’d never been allowed this life

With another to share all my joys and strife.

© Claudette J. Young 2012


Rejection: A Poet’s Best Friend?

April 8, 2012 8 comments

Poets are like country singers; telling stories about troubled times, love, and personal angst. Along with all that is rejection. And that’s what was called for on Poetic Asides this morning.

Rejection comes in all shapes, sizes, and attitudes. The longer the connection between the beginning of a relationship and the end helps determine the magnitude of the rejection felt by the one left behind. Whether a person is the one being rejected or something that the person created, the impact is the same. Creator identifies with her creation just as strongly as lovers are connected in a relationship.

My offerings for today on this subject speak from both sides of the equation; the rejecter and the rejectee. Enjoy!

The Tangled Web

It began with a tiny thing;

A lie of that day’s convenience.

A first strand in the web you wove

To make yourself important, and

Disguise truth you could not bare shown.

More silk strands followed to entrap

The weaver in tales unforgotten,

By those brought to emotions ruined.

Thoughtless weaving. Strands delusions,

All make to tangle the weaver.

Go now into your web of lies.

Seek only new fools to believe.

Whisper’s Allure

Whisper soft came your urgings,

Touching deep inside with needs unmentioned,

Taking time to root beneath wall of safety,

Moving toward ultimate takeover.

“Can you hold me?”  you asked in the dark,

Whisper soft came your urgings,

Never breathing a hint of your design,

Taking my faith in love for granted.

I fell, quickly to your lumberman’s saw,

My need to fulfill those of yours, even as your

Whisper soft came, your urgings

Driving me further from myself and my haven.

Soon you left me behind, crumpled and weary,

Broken on the steps of love’s temple sublime,

Never to understand why now after

Whisper soft came your urgings.

Happy Easter, everyone. May you have a lovely day with those whom you love.

As always my work is copyrighted, so for those who’d like to use it elsewhere, please ask permission first. Thank you.

© Claudette J. Young 2012

Cousins—Who Are They?

February 10, 2012 10 comments


Most people have cousins, kissing or otherwise. But, who are these people who aren’t part of your nuclear family but who are part of your history, some quite close to you.

Like many, I have tons of cousins, some I’ve never seen, talked to, and whose names I don’t know. Some I’ve not seen for most of my life. Others drop into and out of my life like jumping beans when the occasion warrants. While some never leave my continual memory, others linger only in an occasional, conversationally- triggered recollection, usually in conjunction with something or someone else.

I have one female cousin, for instance who’s a few years older than I. After I left high school, I didn’t see her often. From the early 70’s on, I didn’t see her at all. Of course, part of that was the fact that I didn’t live there any longer.

She came to my mother’s funeral in 1985 and we got a chance to talk for a while. Months later I didn’t get an opportunity to join her at her mother’s funeral. I was, again, out of state and unable to attend. I’ve always felt bad about that.

Our lives had taken such divergent paths, she with marriage and career, and me with exploration, that connecting didn’t enter the mix of our lives. That’s when an oddity landed in my inbox. A Facebook message came along that changed all that distance into an opportunity to reacquaint myself with this woman who’d sat in Grandma’s house and played with paper dolls.

She’s had three successful careers in her lifetime; corporate, consultant, and her own business of interior design. She’d grown restless and bored after retiring from corporate and plunged into design. She’d been business woman of the year a few times. She was still married. A dynamo, all the way around.

She reached out to me because we hadn’t seen or talked to each other since 1985 and she wanted to reconnect. I’m glad that she did.

We’re different people now, all grown up, histories of our own, failures and successes unique to ourselves, and generally have something interesting to share with each other. Those facts allow us to come together as two ends of a severed rope; each end having frayed in a slightly different pattern and tangle, but still able to be spliced back together and made stronger for it.

I’ll be honest here. I don’t reconnect with old friends and relations very well. I don’t have the knack of it yet. I never did, really.

I’m always anxious about who the person has become and whether I can now trust them as much as I did the last time we met. The converse is also true. There’s always the possibility that they’re most trustworthy than the last time we met. That very potential creates anxiety until they reveal who they are at present.

With cousins, the anxiety is double. These are part of the family. They are supposed to be trustworthy by definition and subject to championing me and mine at all times. It’s the possibility for disappointment or disillusionment that keeps meetings shaky. At least for me.

This new reconnection, though, is going along very well, I have to say. My cousin and I have plenty to explore within each other’s lives, talents, and changes. The person I knew from high school was a dim shadow of the woman I’ve come to know recently.

Today’s cousin has a fuller, richer personality, a deeper spirit than the one from memory. This cousin will become a very good friend for this time in my life.