For some of you who may not have seen this . . . the first gift poem posts tomorrow. This is my way of giving back, and most times, the only way I can do that is through words.
I feel moved . . . compelled to do this. I have had this idea dancing about in my mind for a few weeks now, and with the world still spinning away from where we need it to be, the timing feels right. Poetry has always been my way of communicating when I did not know how to say what needed to be said. It is a way of me being able to connect with this community and other writing communities–an expression of everything I can emote, but has trouble leaving my lips and making its way into the ether. I know I am not alone when I share this–writers, especially those of us more akin and in tune to poetry, rely on our words to heal, help…
Managers within my department know my work ethic–they can count on me–I have what they’re looking for; overachiever, can’t turn it off, even if I wanted to.
Author’s Note: This is a burden at times. I’ve gotten better about setting boundaries on what I will and will not do as requests completely out of my job description, but when folks know you can do something and do it well and are responsible too . . . Well, many tend to use you for what you can do.
Winter whispers in my ear cold & flu season is definitely here. We have not been spared–no dismissals, no chance at making ourselves useful. Cuddled under covers with our loves, fishing through movies in fingerless gloves. No “White Christmas”, but payback has landed, thankful to God I’m sheltered–not stranded.
I’m taking time to count my blessings, praying intently, sharing my confessions. The days ahead are getting longer, my broken heart is beating stronger. Old Man Winter isn’t asking for much, one day soon, I’ll embrace the touch of anyone in my circle or crew I’m waiting for that day, it’s true.
Isolation keeps me weary, my brown eyes are often teary. I can’t change the season, and there’s really no reason for me to rush time. Here and now is sublime.
This world challenges us–bends us–breaks us–sends us into spirals and down rabbit holes, but we always seem to remain whole; it’s our strength that’s unrelenting.
I feel moved . . . compelled to do this. I have had this idea dancing about in my mind for a few weeks now, and with the world still spinning away from where we need it to be, the timing feels right. Poetry has always been my way of communicating when I did not know how to say what needed to be said. It is a way of me being able to connect with this community and other writing communities–an expression of everything I can emote, but has trouble leaving my lips and making its way into the ether. I know I am not alone when I share this–writers, especially those of us more akin and in tune to poetry, rely on our words to heal, help, honor, and create happiness. We need poetry–it is our air.
I also know some people who love reading poetry and connecting with it who do not necessarily know how to write poetry or express themselves properly with the writing genre. There are things they cannot talk about for fear or any other obstacle standing in their way. This is where I come in to offer you a gift . . .
Every Sunday at 07:00 am, I will share a poem I have written for someone who has contacted me with their request. There is no subject matter too taboo; nothing I am not willing to handle and pen for you–on your behalf (except for a few intolerable subjects). Allow me to give the world what you want the world to read, but you just can’t find the words suitable enough to meet your specifications. Your poem will be pinned to the top of my blog page via A Cornered Gurl for one week (until the next requestor’s poem is published) for others to read and share the thoughts they may have about it. What you’re afraid to share, I can share for you, in my words, giving my understanding of your request. Who knows . . . It may touch someone who needs it–it may soothe someone who yearns for it.
I am in this with you–I can host your pain, your fear, your indecisiveness, your intolerance, and your “no more fucks to give” here in this space.
If you are interested, please send an email to apoem4ufromme[at]gmail[dot]com. In the subject area, please note, “Gift Poem Request”. Please do not place your request in the comments section of this post. I will respond to your email within two business days.
A few ground rules . . . I will not write about the following:
racist acts (you’ve committed or intend to commit) or hate speech (of anyone in any way, shape, or form)
child pornography or the acceptance of pedophilia
belittlement of someone who doesn’t accept your opinions or beliefs
and anything upon review that does not help promote our most humane selves
We are carrying so many loads these days, the weight of them can be crushing. Let poetry be your expressive path–I can help you along your way.
Welcome to “Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause.” I await your requests. Peace and blessings.
A Cornered Gurl 
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