Art by Tammy Vitale
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THE INNER ME
My inner woman has done got up and gone
She tripped and ran fast as she could
Not a word, a poem, or even a little song
She only did what she thought she should
My inner me is buried deep
Afraid to come out or even to see
She has so many ideas she would love to keep
But she's afraid of life and the collective we
My inner self is bruised and torn
Grief stricken and fragile, threatening to break
But it's time to move on and no more to mourn
Even if my actions feel like a fake
My inner drive must suck it up
Stop wallowing in pain, start enjoying my life
Quit dragging my ass through the layers of muck
Cut this pain away with the blade of my knife
My inner id is a beautiful thing
When I allow her a chance to breathe
She is filled with life, almost bursting to sing
I think she'll stick around if I only believe
~ Bobbi
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I posted it wrong the last time, so the link did not work. But this one does.
Inner Woman
Has a stronger spirit than she knows
unless you have tapped into her
Inner Woman
unlike trends is steadfast and lasts
Inner Woman
is a friend not a foe
When you need her, all you need to do
is summon the courage
And she appears
Inner Woman
I have her inside me
Do you?
The sculpture captures both the blue introspective side and the red emotional side of a woman...both very complimentary to the man's logical and somewhat unemotional approach to life. I see the starburst reaching out in all directions...the burden of today's woman...having to be all things to all people...mother, breadwinner, accountant, counselor and lover. Very insightful sculpture.
Dan
My inner woman breathes with the wind. She wakens when her heart moves for the other. She responds when a comforting word or gesture would heal a fresh wound. She connects with the pain and frustration of other women. She has a spirit that soars over the horizon. My inner woman will find her voice to sing.
Inner woman
She groans with the weight of the world
Inside her heart
She carries the burdens of many
Watching in silence
Pleading with her eyes
For hope of restoration
She inspires the mouth
To speak loving words
Even in times of darkness
She stirs the hands
To acts of kindness
In spite of the surrounding frustrations
She is muse to the soul
Creating beauty wherever she dwells
She is redemption's force
Clothed in mystery she sings
Of a better world
She was beaten down
wings clipped
dreams shorn.
she had given up
no heart
forlorn.
Push the feelings down
no time
to mourn.
She rises up
secure
reborn.
There is much praise to be sung
For the inner woman sweet
Accolades roll off of my tongue
As rain runs down a street.
“Thank you!”s should be said each day
Offered to deity of your choice.
It matters not to whom you pray,
As long as it’s for her you hoist.
For the inner woman’s design
Complete with all it’s shortcomings
Is the topic of many a minds’
debate as to the reason for her coming.
But that which by her is most desired,
The truth known by every sinner
Is the way she is naturally hardwired,
so that the inner woman wants us in her!
By stu pidasso
25march2009
Inside her, a
Natural
Nurturer
Eager for love, but
Receiving less, a
Willing soul
Offering everything and
More to
A
Nameless Man
Coming of Age
1957
If someone says God what do you
see? Freeze-frame the picture
in the aperture of your mind:
make note of race and gender.
1963
You are female and alone. it is
dark. Behind you come fast foot-
steps that were not there before.
Yell, "Fire!" Someone might listen.
1971
Inside you something grows. Unbidden,/it rearranges your organs to make room,/drains your energy, has cells that multiply/at will. What are your choices?
1974
Child on one hip, you carry a briefcase/with homework from school, a grocer list/from home and a note from the boss telling/ you to train the newly hired MBA
1983
There is no such thing as marital rape and/there is no place to hide when a husband holds/all the keys. Surely you have done some-/thing to deserve it. Or maybe you just like pain.
1989
Chant: stones into steps not stumbling/blocks: graduate after 15years; start/your own business; find yourself, by all/standards of measurement, successful.
1997
If someone says god what do you
see? Freeze frame the picture
in the aperture of your mind:
make note of race and gender.
Tomorrow
You are female and alone. It is
dark. Behind you come fast foot-
steps that were not there before.
Yell, "Fire!" Someone might listen.
Thanks for using "Retro." She's one of my favorite (sold) pieces and the only one I ever did entirely in bright acrylic.
THE INNER ME
My inner woman has done got up and gone
She tripped and ran fast as she could
Not a word, a poem, or even a little song
She only did what she thought she should
My inner me is buried deep
Afraid to come out or even to see
She has so many ideas she would love to keep
But she's afraid of life and the collective we
My inner self is bruised and torn
Grief stricken and fragile, threatening to break
But it's time to move on and no more to mourn
Even if my actions feel like a fake
My inner drive must suck it up
Stop wallowing in pain, start enjoying my life
Quit dragging my ass through the layers of muck
Cut this pain away with the blade of my knife
My inner id is a beautiful thing
When I allow her a chance to breathe
She is filled with life, almost bursting to sing
I think she'll stick around if I only believe
My Inner Woman
Waiting, hoping, wishing for the day to come; I longed for the gift well known to women. I was thirteen when I experienced the first expression of my inner woman. Learning who I was, on the inside did not come with the gift; it came with time.
Pain, agony, unsure of myself; I struggled to push him out. I was twenty-six when I experienced the second expression of my inner woman. Becoming a mother brought an overwhelming feeling of love and completion to my life.
Surrender, trusting, hope; I had no other choice. I was thirty when I experienced the third expression of my inner woman. With each child, I’d fear for their lives without me; a mother giving her children back to God.
Watching, wondering, waiting; I could do no more than this. I was thirty-three when I experienced the fourth expression of my inner woman. The daughter I was wouldn’t allow for me to force my mother to take care of herself.
Understanding, praying, loving; I lived to bring joy to my mother’s heart. I was thirty-six when I experienced the fifth expression of my inner woman. Knowing her life on this earth would soon come to an end.
Releasing, growing, alone; I became a motherless daughter. Still, at thirty-six and experiencing more of the expressions of my inner woman. I am on a new journey of discovering myself.
Joyful, thoughtful, thankful; I find the days full of emotion. I am now, thirty-seven as I experience the expressions of truth in my inner woman. This is a place where I am finally able to believe in myself.
~ This is only the beginning of MY Inner Woman :o)
Many of the expressions above could have been poured from my heart, as well. I think that we share common nature within, don't you? The individual lives we lead cannot change the strength, hope, freedom, and love that we hold within each of us :o)
Just a final comment/observation after reading all of the finished posts...Laura Jayne...This particular writing prompt has drawn out the most personal, introspective writing I have seen on your site thus far. I feel honored to having had the chance to read the insights and appreciate the honest truths expressed here today.
Dan
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