Tuesday, July 24, 2012

My Beholder



My Beholder

It is I you regard
a light, moving through life
passion flowing from my pores
sighs vibrating through my lips
confidence evident in my stride
though it takes me
away from you

It is I you regard
full of fight, sharing a laugh
delight a spark in my eyes
a wave hovering at my fingertips
love is the companion at my side
and it is love that
brings me back to you

It is I you regard
in your sight, flashing a grin
 I dance across floors
disregarding my missteps
allowing my hips to slide
into the hollow of yours
where they are meant to be
 
It is I you regard
from beginning to end
your eyes seeking mine
hand where your heart beats
I stand at your side
my beholder is you
and beauty is all that you see

 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I Wish You Love




 It has been a whirl wind amazing weekend!  It is noon and I'm not dressed yet.  I am having my protein shake and trying to decide if I'll even bother today.  I have no real reason to.  Perhaps a pyjama day is in order?

My brother got married on the weekend.  He married the girl of his dreams and I was the Master of Ceremonies and very involved in the day.  As such I spent a lot of time absorbing, thinking, meditating and writing about love and the falling into it.

At one point during the day I looked around at all the married couples in the room.  Some were obviously still in love, holding hands, kissing at times and just obviously completely partnered.  Then there were the single folks, perhaps quite happily so, and I wondered, why is it that some find love and some never do?

Perhaps it is very random.  I have met some very lovable people who are single and some people who are a royal pain in the arse, in very happy love relationships.

Go figure.

All I know is that my brother, through some miraculous chain of events, during one of the most trying times of his life, fell in love.  They are one of those couples you just know are in love.  They take care of each other, they joke, they are more than just in love, they are best friends. 

I am so happy for them.

What does it?  What makes people fall into and stay in love?

Why does that kind of special love seem so very rare?

I've always thought it went deeper than finding a wonderful person.  It's more about connecting with somebody and if that person is wonderful, that's a bonus. If that person feels the same way, that's a miracle.

The fear of being disappointed in love is something that prevents many people from even trying.  I think this is the saddest thing of all.  Without expectation it is important to embrace loving somebody.  To do so without expectation that they return it or without rules or regulations on the love.  To do so is difficult, but to do so is to love unconditionally.

It is good to be loved.  It is an amazing gift. 

To love is even better. 

But to share a mutual unconditional love is the ideal and what I wish for my brother, his new bride, and anyone seeking a life partnership with another.

I can only think that to have such an ideal love, you must first understand how very wonderful and worthy you are of such a love alone, without a partner.

Because only then can you truly share the right kind of love with a partner in a healthy, happy and fulfilling relationship.  Be all you are, all you can be and be open to sharing that with the person in your life.  And even more importantly, allow them to be all they can be so that they're allowed to blossom and grow into the person they are meant to become.

I wish this for anyone who wants to be in that sort of life partnership.  I could  not wish a better thing for you.

 I've decided.  The pyjamas are staying and I'm going to settle in with Jane Austen and absorb a little more romance!




 

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Ballad of Us!


 

Our family gathered for my brother's wedding!


 Something I wrote to help my new sister-in law Pamela get to know a bit about our family!

The Ballad of Us

On a rock in the sea
Where roars the atlantic
Where sea gulls squawk shrilly
Feathered and frantic
Two families  merged
Like a waltz to a song
One was named parsons
The other named strong

In November they wed
Fish or no fish
It was what both did want
It was what was their wish
But tis not about that
I write this small song
Tis the parsons I write of
And the other family
named strong

The Strongs were in Morries Harbour
Their property was large
The mother was Meta
The father was Garge

They had a boy as a starter
Eldred was he
and the other end  was Willis
But  the rest were all She

Now you’re not gonna believe
When I name them all to ya
What a mother and father
Without thought can do to ya
After Eldred the naming
Got out control
They all ended the same
And this is how it did go

Phillis, Doris,Alice,
Gladys, Frances, Willis
And some of their children
Are here tonight with us
Twenty in total,
all cousins, all friends,
lucky we are
but that’s not where it ends

See They settled in Cove
That new family to be
And had Carolyn and Derek
And our sister
Marie
Yes I said it out of order
I mixed up the timing
But I had to do it that way
So it woulnd’t f..mix up the rhyming

And the Cove was the home
Of the other half of the sum
The Parsons lived up there
The time to name them has come
There was Bessie, a Leyte
She was as a girl
Til  Walter John came along
And changed her whole world

And they raised twelve kids
A fine family for sure
Up in the cove
On a hill by the shore
They lived in that house
A big lively spot
With Nan at the helm
Though twas spose to be Pop

There’s too many to name
Twelve? What were they thinkin?
12 youngsters would drive
A person to drinkin
But 12 they had
And they all reproduced
And I’ve counted them all
And here’s what I’ve deduced.

32 is the number
16 girls, 16 boys
All even and round
Now isn’t that nice
I’d count all their kids
And their kids kids too
But there’s way too many
It would take too long to do
And recently I heard
Have you heard the news
Aunt Betty Lou’s crowd
Is now having them in twos!

So that is the family
In a nut shell
And that’s probably
A clue Pam, cause
We’re all nuts as well
But you’ve noticed I’m sure
And you’ve still stuck around
In fact you picked a fine nut
Up off of the ground
That nut is my brother
And it’s good to see
That you’ve made him
Ever so very happy

Welcome aboard
From both Parsons and Strong
We are all glad you came
You’re where you belong
You’re one of us now
And we hope you’re happy to be
Part of our
Big nutty family






 

What is Love

Congratulations Pamela and Derek Parsons on your marriage!



What is love?

Love is the earth spun day in the sun's heat
bare-breasted, scarlet fluttering bird-like lust
resplendent in the glory of the light
and celebrated from dawn until the dusk. 

Love is night with all its secrets and its treasures
as it follows through season after season
remaining still when summer fades to rest forever
this eternal wish,this purpose, meaning,  reason

Love is what they talk of in the stories
it is Elizabeth, William and Pablo
but words and prose and poetry aside
it is what we need to learn and live and grow

Love is the folly of the sailors and explorers
who cross oceans, discover continents, conquer space
to fly in star sparked skies and take us on adventures
love lands on moons and places flags to mark its place

Love is the non linear time theory proven and qualified
overthrown by what has now been realised
that we do not meet and learn and fall in to it...
but are introduced,  hearts remember and recognise.

It is all there is and transcends the earth we walk on
it exceeds the infinite skies that lie above
it is everything there is, there is no more
it is all and all is it, and that is love. 

This poem written for my brother Derek, and his beautiful new wife, Pamela as they embark on life's journey side by side.  Best friends, in love.  Rare and precious.  Congratulations!

Carolyn R. Parsons