9.11.09

The Erosion of Mind



Lapping gently around the edges,
taking a little at a time,
the waves of memory,
erode a quietened mind.

Flashback to bygone days,
to work of another kind,
memories of people,
erode a troubled mind.

Tidal waves crash at the walls,
no memory will you find,
just an empty shell of a man,
eroded-an extinguished mind.

(For my father an Alzheimer's victim)

18.10.09

Butterflies and Teddy Bears



I turned a corner and there you were,
A memory from before,
The past has stopped to say hello,
When I looked into the drawer.

Oh days of Butterflies and Teddy Bears,
Whistles, tops and shells,
Of ankle socks and sailing ships,
Home cooking, baking smells.

All I found was a postcard,
Of a visited town one year,
Isn't it amazing how,
It brought back times so dear.

7.10.09

Rainbow in Your Cloud


E’re you should weep in blackened world,

and time a painful sword,

lift thine eyes beyond despair,

above the cloudy skies.

Should torment and trouble,

upon thy shoulders lie,

look further, and see

a rainbow in your clouds

Copyright © GJSmy 2008


4.10.09

eBook prize ~I won!


I opened my emails today and was delighted to read that I had won an ebook. I will add the link when the feature on Carolyn's website is up and running.

Glynis,
You are the winner of Lillian Brummet's chapbook, Towards Understanding. Congratulations. And your poem "Silent Victory" will publish in Sharing with Writers in the next edition--about mid October

Glynis,

Congratulations on winning the contest offered by Carolyn Howard-Johnson for my e-book

Towards Understanding, revised edition is a collection of 125 non-fiction poems written in chronological order. It is a true story of a young pre-teen female growing up on her own, struggling to survive, breaking the chains of inner demons and finally growing towards understanding of her value & purpose in life � but not quite reaching it. Thus the title� Towards Understanding. The reason behind the book was to show other victims of abuse, violence and neglect that they can live a wholesome life without baggage from the past. Second to that Lillian wanted to provide a roadmap that showed the healing process that victims go through, letting others know they are not alone. People who are involved with victims can learn what that person is going through or will go through and therefore they might be able to provide a better support system. The original version of this book (with 120 poems) is still available in paperback & hardcover format through most online and retail bookstores. This new revised edition offers 5 new poems, creating an ending the author is more comfortable with, and updated author information. The e-book was released in late-July 2009 by Booklocker.com Inc. Details on both editions and book excerpts can be found at: www.brummet.ca/towards.html

16.9.09

Two Children of Our Hearts


This is the poem I wrote and recited at my son's wedding. He married on the 12th Sept in the UK.

Two Children of Our Hearts

by Glynis Smy


For Darren Keer Smy and Vivienne Jean Piper

on their wedding day

12th September 2009


Entwined hearts beat as one,

At last life's adventure flows,

Friendship and trust... foundations,

Upon which a marriage grows.


Embrace your unique chemistry

Take love firmly by the hand,

Support the one you've chosen,

United you must stand.


Explore the mind of your lover

And find the inner core,

Take note of the little things,

And set the past behind the door.


Use the quiet moments

To let love's hand unfold,

Never rest your head, to sleep

Exposing shoulder cold.


Truthful love will solid be,

When doubt knocks upon the door,

May open heart and honesty

Be with you evermore.


The love you share together

Will stand the test of time,

When both hearts understand,

The other's beating rhyme.


The path will not be easy,

You may stumble along the way,

When times are hard and life unkind,

Recall your vows declared today.


Take with you our sincerest blessings,

As your married life now starts,

Know that we love and support you,

Two children of our hearts.

7.9.09

Wedding Two


Just to say this blog owner is off to the UK to marry off her son now, so I will be back 15th Sept to catch up with you all. Wedding Two has come around so quickly, only 7 weeks ago we married off our eldest daughter. So packing the cases again and off I go.

23.8.09

Unseen Shreds



It is there, in shreds
on the floor,
I see it, it is still,
it is no more.

Can you not see it?
Wait!
Don't move,
Too late...

You trod upon my heart.

Copyright © GJSmy 2009

17.8.09

COLD KILLER and Slamming Open the Door by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno

I was reminded of my poem below, when I came across the tragic story of how the poetry book Slamming Open the Door by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno, came about.


COLD KILLER

Cold, naked chiseled stare,

Muscles, large, unkempt hair,

Your mind, pure menace as you chase,

Silently against time you race.

Sweat flowing from every pore

Bloody chin, evil eye, iron jaw,

Vice like grip on victim hold,

Until limp, lifeless flesh turns cold.

Your trophy, unknown name,

You’re the hunter, she’s the game...

Adrenalin leaves your blackened heart You won!

Time to part, turn around, walk away

Ready for new game to play.

Copyright © GJSmy 2008

~~~~~~~

Author photo

by Mat Krzesiczan

Kathy Sheeder Bonanno

After the strangulation murder of her daughter in 2003, Leidy—pronounced "Lady", Kathy turned to poetry to reconnect with the world and pull herself back to humanity.

Her daughter, had recently graduated as a nurse and was working at Reading Hospital, was found dead in her West Reading apartment. She had been strangled by her ex-boyfriend.

Kathy, 53, is a resident of Oreland, about 10 miles north of Philadelphia, and an English and creative writing teacher at nearby Cheltenham High School. This year, she completed "Slamming Open the Door," a compilation of more than 40 poems chronicling her experience in the aftermath of her daughter's death.

"Slamming Open the Door" won the Beatrice Hawley Award, given to first publications by her publisher Alice James Books, Farmington, Maine.

"Poetry has been therapeutic for me in this sense: When a tragedy hits, you can create a poem that can be read and understood by others," she said.

"When you become a mother of a daughter who is murdered, you are no longer part of the regular circle, the usual people, the norm," she said. "You become the other."

"With poetry you can reconnect because many people have experienced love and loss in some way. They have shown quiet courage. So many have responded to this book and felt free to address their feelings. It's made me feel a part of the circle again."

Death Barged In

In his Russian greatcoat,
slamming open the door
with an unpardonable bang,
and he has been here ever since.

He changes everything,
rearranges the furniture,
his hand hovers
by the phone;
he will answer now, he says;
he will be the answer.

Tonight he sits down to dinner
at the head of the table
as we eat, mute;
later, he climbs into bed
between us.

Even as I sit here,
he stands behind me
clamping two
colossal hands on my shoulders
and bends down
and whispers to my neck:
From now on,
you write about me
(Taken from Slamming Open The Door)

Kathy's husband, David, 60, is an editor at The American Poetry Review in Philadelphia. He said his wife's plunge into poetry, waking each morning, not changing out of her nightgown, dutifully sitting at her computer to write, was a purposeful mission. It was something that she needed to do.

"Kathy had to be active," David said. "With the news of Leidy's death, I was barely treading water. In a quieter way, I was just trying to hold everything together, because part of me was numb."

"I'm happy she did it, because it records some of what we went through. But I also think it stands up as fine poetry that others can relate to."