(Poems) Old Selves I Have Been by Glenys Livingstone Ph.D.

Poem 1, May 26th 1980

Planets away

I’ve travelled light years from my mother’s womb

Where are you my mother?

I need your love – I want to return to you

But oh I don’t. I don’t.

I have travelled into myself

into the depths

into the universe

into the stars

to that heart

to that black hole 

my own home

your home is somewhere near.

“I am the mirror – blastula reflected in the newest nova.”[1]

My home – I am coming.

I am coming unto you.

oOo

Poem 2, May 26th, 1980

My life –

I hold it to the light

I feel it

its shape

its corners

its smooth surfaces

its colour

what is it

how is it

this gem

who can cut it?

only me

I hold it in my hands

I feel it in the dark

         as a blind person

         I sense it.

Discovering, seeking

         remembering(?)

My skin absorbs it

         and is it.

oOo

Poem 3, May 30th, 1980

This is a profound time my friend

         a stopping point

         a period of life complete

         a road we’ve shared seen through

         a time of passing, of death

A process, an era

         turning its last turns

A winter, a death

the last leaves falling.

We cry 

we feel pain

we sense deeply the ebb and the flow

Each soul bared and touched

sensing itself.

Lonely yes, but pure and free.

So long have I longed

not knowing.

Now I am doing it

sailing

to be free.

I am doing it

See how I spread my wings

See how I glide

See how I turn

Rising

         Rising

                  I am flying.

This life

         how much is it worth?

         what can it?

         how can it?

I sense it small. 

         against the greatness of the sky.

oOo

References:

Morgan, Robin. Going Too Far: The Personal Chronicle of a Feminist. NY: Vintage Books, 1978.


NOTES:

[1] Robin Morgan, Going Too Far, p.314.


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