Heart Seizing Arresting Redirecting Decisive beating Forces uncontested To new location destined Purposefully recreated Commandeered in transit awakened Heart hijacked by your love to love for love
“Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls”.
Kahlil Gibran
heart-eyes blinded by love, masquerading as roses, supple red petals, edges shriveled, dried, blood-stained, fragile to the touch, breaking, breaking up, lives entangled, separating, heart from heart, disconnecting, intensity like a physical cut, detaching, like a heart in cardiac arrest, breaking, breaking out, emotions fluid like blood, discharging, toxicity free flowing, hurt, pain, regrets emptying, tears of relief, cleansing, breaking, breaking through, surrendering, exhaling, accepting, embracing, a new beginning.
First published 6 July 2021 All rights reserved Designed by Canva Photo by Pexels
For your needs left unmet in a world of wealth immeasurable
For all the times you were abused, your rights taken or violated
For the times when you’ve been let-down, and treated as undeserving
For all the years that’s passed your dreams unfulfilled along the way
For all the times you tried and tried, repeat, repeat but failed
For all the unrecoverable time of days and years bygone
For all the times your voice was silenced, screamed but no one heard you
For all the times like a ‘thing’ set aside,obsolete, no longer needed
You—the left-behind, the marginalized, the abused and oft forgotten
For all those times, keep up your fight, there’re others in your corner
This poem was first published July 5, 2021 under the title “Fight”. Republished today to mark International Day of Peace. The 2022 Theme: End racism. Build peace.
After-word: Each year the International Day of Peace is observed around the world on 21 September. The UN General Assembly has declared this as a day devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace, through observing 24 hours of non-violence and cease-fire.
With one word—persevere—US Supreme Court Nominee Ketanji Brown Jackson preached a sermon and let lose a rallying call.
In that one moment her daughter looks on in admiration and confirmation that her mom is not only the epitome of perseverance but that she has her mom to emulate as she too will need to persevere.
On the other hand is her husband, and he is in tears. He’s listened and watched his wife being battered and grilled relentlessly. Despite having more judicial experience than 43 of the last 58 the US justices who took the bench, some members of the Congress could not forgo racist throes, ludicrous questioning and misogynoir.
Many many moments of the confirmation hearing stood out for me. But, when asked what she’d say to young people, her response: “I would tell them persevere”, really resonated with me!
And she’s demonstrated perseverance throughout her studies, her career, her life, and surely drew on it during her Supreme Court Nomination Hearing.
At this mid-week point of the week, let’s join the rallying call to PERSEVERE!!!!
When the Most High God created us, He gave us a most powerful and beautiful gift—choice!
The power and beauty of choice is that it’s predicated on there being more than one option or possibility; and, the path taken will over time make you, you. In other words: you make choices, choices make you.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
Khalil Gibran
If based on hope and not fear, choices will create room for exploration, growth, learning and overall self-development.
She recalled her dead mamma’s words: “Child, if you run from something you’ll run from everything. There are some things you gotta fight for. Some battles God fight for you and others He fights through you”. Her mamma’s words—palpable and empowering—stayed on replay till she found her fighting strength. Emboldened.
Bags packed in waiting Drunken footsteps approaching Today is goodbye
Today is pay day. The ritual has been the same. This started in May. May 15th to be exact. She remembers it, and each episode thereafter, as vivid as it was yesterday though it’s been three years, two months, one week, 14 days. Yes, she’s been keeping track of pay day ‘cause that’s when it happens. Today she stood. Today she fought. Today she left. Today the ritual ended.
Doing something a little different this week. No poetry. No prose. Instead I’ll be posting a series of snappy one-liners that are as good as a mouthful like:
“If you run from something, you’ll run from everything”.
Before-word: This piece was written based on the culmination of experiences of those of us who’ve encountered a lying, deceitful, manipulative narcissist who masqueraded as love. Who among us haven’t had such an encounter that leaves our hearts laden with rue. This is a live recording of a recital of D.O.A. at the Bowery Poetry Café (NY City).
This was the very first post on the blog. I’m using it to start a series—“Throwback”—to highlight posts of those early blogging days. Today’s Throwback contributes to Fandango’s One Word Challenge—the word is rue. I hope you enjoy watching this live recording. The audience reaction was electric!!
He didn’t change She fell in love With the him he wanted her to see To steal what she would not give an imposter Egregious mistake unmasked Her love knows not this man she sees
Sheryl hosts Your Daily Word Prompt. Today’s word is egregious. I published this piece in my 1st week as a blogger (Oct 4) but bringing it back because it fits so well for today’s prompt.
“Impervious” made me think of bullying and the power of words to destroy contrasted with the fortitude and resilience of nature. Especially a duck—i.e. water off duck back—that can be emulated in empowering a child (or anyone who’s the target of a bully) with skills of bounce-back-ability.
Life lesson: You don’t choose what you go through in life, but you choose how you go through it and who you go through it with.
When the ER doctor said what’s been ailing me was COVID-19, the first flash of recall was the number of people who died from this virus. I’d love to say that because I’m a deeply spiritual person my first reaction was “trust God, you’ll survive”. Nah, it was not! My first emotional reaction was fear.
Fear soon passed though through the support of family and friends. The experience re-enforced the value of having a solid support system. With the help of my support, I found the strength to fight.
You know, one thing fighters have is a corner—fighters get support, they don’t fight alone.
We are not meant to be alone.
Who are you going through life with?
You need others to help you, and you need to help others.
Who’s in your corner?
Yes it’s a risk — relationships are messy. They’re complicated. You could get hurt. But, you can minimize the risk by building a support system that is solid. One that is:
Based on the right/common structure — what brought you together (sorority, same age kids)? Are you likeminded? Do you have common values and principles?
Formed before your crisis.
Built on honesty. Can you be vulnerable and not feel judged? Can you be you?
Centered on TRUST. Distinguish between who’s in your circle versus who’s in your corner. Can/will they keep you accountable?
Built around fellowship. How can I know how to support or celebrate you if you don’t share? Bring your life in the light. Be selective. With the right people you’ll find fellowship.
Your support system is a beautiful gift. Cherish it.
Before-word: This piece was written in response to the following questions I’ve been asking myself in the wake of protests to social injustice across the globe: How many times can a people be stretched before their elasticity is extended beyond its capacity to bounce back and they snap instead? What do you do when as a people you feel you’re losing your ability to bounce back?How much longer can a people hope when they see no signs of change but distress, oppression, mistreatment, hurt and abuse instead? What do you do when as a people you feel forgotten, forsaken and left hoping for hope?
If likened to a clay pot that falls, breaking is inevitable. And like broken clay, discarding is also inevitable. Or if efforts are made to put it back together, the cracks will be evident and the original beauty seems lost. Scarred. Scarred for life. No longer fit for display.
The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery—KINTSUGI (also known as kintsukuroi)—literally translated to mean “golden repair”, is practiced from the philosophy of treating breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
This unique art form, when reimagined in the context of human broken experiences, can inspire a sense of hope.
Right now we are in the breaking.
We are a people yearning for change, looking for hope, wanting restoration. The price for change is the brokenness long endured in our bodies, in our psyche and now magnified for the world to see.
How can the “art of precious scars” give a sense of hope at this time?
In the case of pottery, though broken and fragmented, through a change process of applying a precious liquified metal each broken piece is reconnected and the piece is brought back together again. And because no two objects break in the same way, each restored piece is a unique work of art not to be hidden away but displayed.
In the case of a people—each restored and made whole to highlight and enhance the breaks; each a one-of-a-kind work of art more valuable than before the breaking—can lead to collective restoration. A collective change.
What if we use these experiences of injustice, these tears, the magnitude of these hurts, the enormity of these losses to inspire CHANGE? Like liquified precious metal it can bind our individual and collective breaking into a restored community.
This is the essence of resilience—what I call bounceBACKability! This can be a recipe for hope.
He didn’t change She fell in love With the him he wanted her to see To steal What she wouldn’t give an imposter Unmasked— Her love knows not this man she sees
After-word: I wrote this piece long before masking became part of global health guidelines. Today we mask-up to protect our immune systems from an unseen predator—the novel corona virus. So for that reason, follow the golden rule of masking: mask-up for others as you’d have them mask-up for you.
However, when I wrote this piece it was based on reflecting on deception masked as truth and when unmasked the toll it takes on the heart-system.
A collection of writing by Dominic Riccitello — intimate conversations, personal essays, and poetic reflections on relationships, loss, and self-discovery.