Queen's Counenance

May 13

QUEEN’S COUNTENANCE

I know the 7 P’s of preparation.  I set the table for those I know.  The unexpected arrive clothed in time and tradition.  They seat themselves at the table with the naked.  They become mute.  We prattle and pose, rarely glimpsing the goals sitting at the unset seats.  What we need to become is far from what we are.  I can not even call it other.  It is within when we make room and ether when we won’t.  I can wait and try but the juice is deep with the pulp.  I get myself in line for the future and wait for the clothes offered by my guests.  I sit the emperor and rise the queen.

Hear the sweetness in your own voice; taste the salt in your own tears.

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Madame Alexander

I am, too naïve;

if you show me kindness I will believe you,

follow you, obey you, so, I have rules.

These rules do not protect me,

but they do make a box for me to seal myself inside.

Where I will ship myself, stack myself, hide myself,

well, that I do not know.

I pull the flaps down

and pray not to have to make any real decisions.

I fold my arms and close my mind

Believing I could never adequately open it enough

to safely live in the world outside of this closet.

Here I sit wondering what to write on this label

in order to be left alone

All the while longing for true love

a thing never given to a quivering china doll

shut up in a carton at the bottom of a wardrobe.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

The Wake Up Call

May 4

The Wake Up Call

I wake early and watch the lazy rain fall in slow fat random drops.  I view it with silent awe, only part of my recently somnolent mind bewildered.  Dawn advances toward me and I register a new concept: snow, it is snow; the sky had been, too dark to allow me to see the white, all I could comprehend was the fall.  The lighter the sky becomes the more the precipitation behaves like snowfall.  I muse this to my sponsor and she laughed, “Well, we all misname things in the dark, Sweetie, lighten up and give yourself a break.”

Look for the secrets you keep from yourself

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QUEEN’S COUNTENANCE

I know the 7 P’s of preparation

I set the table for those I know

The unexpected arrive clothed in time and tradition

They seat themselves at the table with the naked

They become mute

We prattle and pose

Rarely glimpsing the goals sitting at the unset seats

What we need to become

Is far from what we are

I can not even call it other

It is within when we make room

And ether when we won’t

I can wait and try

But the juice is deep with the pulp

I get myself in line for the future

And wait for the clothes offered by my guests

I sit the emperor and rise the queen