Saturday, December 26, 2015

2015 in Review

By now, every news outlet has an article about 2015 in review where we look back at most talked about topic of the year etc. Why do we look back before we enter the new year? Why does Janus have two faces?

As we approach another year, another intersection, I leave you with "Intersections" (both I and II):


Intersections (1)

Life is full of intersections,
Waiting on me to choose:
Go straight ahead, turn right, turn left
Or make a U-turn and go back.

Sometimes it is hard to choose
And looking in the rear view mirror
Is not looking back like Lot’s wife
But watching to prevent side swipes.

While I ponder how to get to my destination
Go straight ahead, turn right or turn left,
I catch you eyeing my ride and revving your engine
And I find myself at another intersection.

Now, I don’t like to lose and as a teen
People said, “You drive with a lead-foot.”
Yes, I’m tempted to race when the light turns green
But I’m more mature now, so I’ll let you go.

Waiting at that red light reminds me of a time
I could have, but failed, to accomplish.
So now I’m back in South Florida, a “U-turn”
In my work life and I arrive at an intersection.
Intersection (II)

Life is full of intersections
And it is not a mere coincidence
That I ponder life when I drive
As the road as claimed so many lives.

Each time I take that curve of road,
I reach another intersection
And want to start a petition
Because I am still angry.

Then I rationalize to calm myself down
That it happens to other vehicles types
And ordinary places. It’s that type of intersection
Which we don’t get to choose.

from Seventieth Avenue (ISBN: 1507693629), Copyright © 2015 Suzzette Dawes


Saturday, December 19, 2015

Aging

As I approach another birthday, I think of the times I used to want to be older (mostly to be 21). Now that I am older, I wish I was younger (mostly to be 21 again).

I know they say that age is a matter of the mind. Then why won't my joints stop aching and believe me.
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age."–Sophia Loren
Read more at http://www.beliefnet.com/Wellness/Health/Healthy-Living/Aging/Quotes-on-Aging-Gracefully.aspx?p=2#DR1oxgYMv9PIK25a.99

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Saturday, December 12, 2015

Time

This past Wednesday I watched a movie FLOWERS (at Cinema Paradiso Hollywood) that made me think about flowers (because of the gorgeous bouquets featured in them), death (impact on others) and time (how spent by the characters). It was interesting how the story unfolded and we discussed after watching the movie then looking up a review to compare with our findings. 

Time is an interesting topic and I've battled with the topic in my poetry on various occasions:

In The Collection, "I’m drifting through time" where high school friends are memories then college friends are happening. Next graduation and college friends will become memories and who knows about the workplace.

A bad work experience leaves me with "Nothing But Time" in Tortured Souls which occurred after failing to navigate workplace politics, culture and colorful characters.
In Adventures In The Courtyard, time is an undertone and more subtle as in pausing to admire the various blooms such as "Hibiscus" while fear of running out of time sets the tone of "Detour" in Seventieth Avenue.

I think at some point everyone thinks about time so here are the poems:



Saturday, December 5, 2015

Rain

As I lay in bed, I could hear the rain pouring down as it was quite loud on the roof, beating down rhythmically as God played drums.
As I sit in my den, I can hear the rain as drops leave the eave to hit the grounds and the cars probably splashing passersby as they slosh instead of whizz by.
I think of the time that I wrote a poem about driving through the blinding rain to see my teenage crush perform. Then I also think about my more recent poem of being drenched at a bus stop by a speeding car. When did the rain lose its romantic appeal and become a nuisance?


written in 1995

written in 2012

written in 2014 

Well, I guess my love-hate relationship with rain is nothing new.