Those Kind Eyes

He had the kind of eyes that could see right through her, pierced her with a pain that she rarely felt outside of him.  His eyes broke her more than his hands ever did.  She was always uncomfortable in his presence, but she rarely found enough strength to think that it was possible to pick up and leave.  His words took her to the highest places, or tore her down in an instant.  He lingered on her like the stale smoke of a Vegas casino and she was never able to wash herself clean.

She couldn’t stand it when he looked at her as if she were the only person in the room.  The way his eyes followed her, the way the corners of his lips would turn up in a loving grin, the way the wrinkles on his forehead creased that much further.  It broke her heart when he made her feel like the only person in the world and it almost killed her when he convinced her that he actually needed her.  I love you.  Let’s go get a drink.  Come home with me tonight.

But he didn’t need her.  He never needed her.  He was her everything and he made her into nothing and she hated him for it.

Nothing is So Beautiful As Spring – A Cento

So apparently, I’m working through a poetry phase.  I haven’t really explored my poetic side since high school, which was honestly a time in my life when I believed all good poetry had to rhyme.  It’s crazy how time (and great mentors) can change what you thought was a steadfast belief.  Poetry does not have to rhyme.  In fact, it doesn’t even have to make any sense.  It just has to find a way to let you connect.  It has to make you think.  And it always finds a way to make you feel.

What I love most about poetry is the way a few words, strung together in a well chosen pattern, can sit with you, sometimes even change you.  One of my favorite styles of poetry celebrates this idea – then pushes it further. A cento is a verse composition made up of lines selected from the great works of the past. It takes the funny, heartbreaking, breathtaking and often long-lasting emotions from each of your favorite works and pieces them together to form a new story and a new feeling.  I found “Nothing is So Beautiful as Spring” a few days ago while sifting through old pieces from grad school.  I wrote this in an inspiring Spiritual Poetry class that focused on the works of some of my favorite poets – Gerard Manley Hopkins, Anne Sexton, T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and W.B. Yeats.

I sought him, but could not find him,
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit.
My first vision of light-
A broken altar, a heart alone
Both saved and lost.
I heard a call:  How deep, how ordinary.
It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
If only I let it bear me, carry me
If only it carry me!
But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.
“It’s okay,” I say to myself,
To search myself,
Because I know I shall not know
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
And nightly under the simple stars,
Footfalls echo in the memory.
Ordinary lives continue.
I ask for grace,
Things fall apart.
There is something at work in my soul,
Which I do not understand. 
Line References:
1-2.  Song of Solomon
3.  George Herbert, “Prayer (I)”
4.  T.S Eliot, “The Waste Land”
5.  William Blake, “To Thomas Butts”
6.  George Herbert, “The Altar”
7.  Anne Sexton, “The Fallen Angels”
8.  Soan, Zen Poet
9.  Henry Vaughan, “World of Light”
10.  Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Hurrahing in Harvest”
11-12.  D.H. Lawrence, “Song of a Man Who Has Gone Through”
13.  Denise Levertov, “Annunciation”
14.   Anne Sexton, “The Rowing Endeth”
15.  George Herbert, “Vanity of Spirit”
16.  T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”
17.  William Wordsworth, “Ode:  Intimations on Mortality”
18.  Dylan Thomas, “Fern Hill”
19.  T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton”
20.  Denise Levertov, “Annunciation”
21.  Edward Dowden, “The Initiation”
22.  W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”
23-24.  Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (Letter II)

Heart to Heart

Don’t spend your lunch money on ice cream or candy; always be pleasant with company; stop smacking your gum, it makes you sound like a cow; always brush your hair before bed; don’t mix plaids and stripes; never talk to strangers; here’s how you wish on a shooting star – oh no not that one, that’s just a satellite; look both ways before crossing the street; don’t cross your legs when sitting in a chair, just bend your knees and cross your ankles; always wear a skirt to church on Sunday; always go to church on Sunday, if you can’t make Sunday, there’s a Saturday evening mass; don’t you dare talk back to me, young lady; never put celery down the garbage disposal; or forks, never put forks down the garbage disposal; wash your face every night, even if you feel like you’re too tired to move; always take out the trash before it starts to smell; don’t rile up the dog like that – if she pees on the carpet, you’re cleaning it up; stay away from pot and booze; but if you drink, don’t drive; have you thought about wearing a little makeup to hide the imperfections?; remember to just be yourself; always watch what you eat; don’t use Sun-In in your mahogany hair, it will only turn it orange; don’t give your heart away too quickly, but try not to keep it locked up too long; if the tag says “dry clean only” you should take it to the dry cleaner; wipe off some of that eyeliner – you wear too much makeup and it makes you look cheap; did you even brush your hair this morning?; don’t wear jeans that are too low, too tight, too faded or too shredded; No, I won’t pay for modeling classes, it’s a scam; you can make yourself miserable or make yourself strong, the effort is still the same; never mix aspirin and alcohol; the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; here’s how you setup a savings account, here’s how you setup a checking account; here’s how you apply for a loan; always take time for yourself; stop slouching, you look frumpy; your shirt’s a little low, perhaps a sweater would make you look descent; if you get a tattoo, I’m not paying your $40,000 a year tuition; courage is the power to let go of the familiar; remember to bake the pie for twenty minutes at 350, then another 30 minutes at 325; don’t worry, your day will come; never live with more than one cat; you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression; never travel abroad alone; smile a little more, you always look so sad; you don’t need a boyfriend now anyway, you should concentrate on your school work; it’s not that I don’t like your hair, I just liked it better when it was blonde; did you forget to iron that blouse?; here’s how you get a red wine stain out of your khaki slacks; here’s how you get a red wine stain out of the carpet; here’s how to get a red wine stain out of the couch; I saw that boy the other day, the one you said used to make your heart flutter – why didn’t you marry him?; always carry five dollars in your purse, just in case; the will of God will not take you where the grace of God cannot protect you; stop being so damn pessimistic, you’ll never get a man that way; nothing can come into your experience unless you summon it through persistent thoughts; be careful when talking to strange men; always cook a meatloaf with ketchup, not salsa; never cry in the workplace, if you need to cry go outside; when are you planning on giving me grandchildren?; have you eaten today?  You’re a little cranky; you should have taken that job in Chicago; that dress really isn’t flattering on you; always take chances and never look back; your father and I have papers in the top dresser drawer, a written copy of our wills, account numbers, just in case; never be afraid to talk about your fears; don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

Inspired By Jamaica Kincaid’s “Girl” and conversations with my mother.  Thanks, Mom!