Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Today I “lifted” a way to create poetry from Kim K’s blog, Live, Love, Teach.  She wrote a poem based on a longer entry.  You can see both entries here:  her poem and her essay. 

I look at myself as an essayist and love to write in that format.  During this writing challenge, I have found myself drawn to poetry.  Below is a poem that I created from an essay that I wrote after the death of my ex-husband and friend this past October.  Here is the essay that I wrote in November.  And below is the poem built from the foundations of the essay.   Writing both were powerful experiences for me.  And both, though the same, are quite different.


I am a lover of stories—
when viewed with wisdom eyes
they become
metaphors allowing me
   to know and understand,
      to love foibles,
         to celebrate less than,
            to see it as greater than
               to hold reverently life as gift .

One of my stories
is shared with my
   the father of my children—
      disabled for 20 years.
Through the changes
of his body and mind
and our relationship
I remained his advocate,
   his caregiver
      his friend
till his passing.

For good or bad
   in marriage and  
      in friendship
he touched my life.
In the intermingling
of burden and blessing,
a bit of who I am
was kindly revealed,
fashioning a threshold

He had a tenacity
that only he could harness—
an I can do anything
attitude that mocked his
that taunted those telling him
   what would be good
      what would be possible.
He climbed tall buildings
    and pushed limits.
Sometimes to
my embarrassment and
   my dismay.

I got caught in “my story”—
   my agenda.
      my hurt.
and was mad at a man
who couldn’t
live within his boundaries—
wheelchair and all.

That’s just it.
Herein lies my lesson…
He was a Superman of sorts.
He pushed his limits
   with what he could do,
      with people
         with his disease.
He suffered
and he pushed.
Despite adversity,
he found a way.

His story  
   Is my story.
      is our story.
         is all of our story.
In pain and
   shortcomings we
     can find our path.
We can be our own Superperson.
He taught me this.
   Opened me up.
      to compassion
         to tenderness
            to tenacity.
When I thought
there was none.

I am a lover of Story.
Story is the portal that affirms meaning.
   Story reveals life.
      Story reveals self.
         Story reveals soul.

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.


  1. Wow. That was beautiful, powerful, honest. I'm sorry for you loss. You captured the complexity of emotions "burden and blessing" with such grace. You are an inspiration. Hope you enjoy your day.

  2. Incredible how selected phrases creates such a special poem. Well done, Deborah!

  3. Story is the portal that affirms meaning.
    Story reveals life.
    So very true. I love the way this story serves as a portal into your life and what you loved.

  4. Story is the portal that affirms meaning.
    Story reveals life.
    So very true. I love the way this story serves as a portal into your life and what you loved.

  5. Deborah, this post touched my heart. I just sat and looked at the screen when I finished reading it...and then reread it. I lost my dear friend in October...and that caught my eye first...but from there things were different...your husband was in a wheelchair...disabled...but became a superman in how he dealt with all of this. He taught you through his adaptations. ...to compassion, tenderness and tenacity...those qualities we all need. Thank you so much for sharing this slice.

  6. You created such a gorgeous poem, Deborah. I love the way you found poetic inspiration from another slicer. It's wonderful when members of our community can feed us ideas that help us create beautiful words like you did here.

  7. Deborah, this is one of those poems that hurts to read. The rawness of it--the honesty makes it difficult to read and compelling at the same time.

    So sorry for your loss, Deborah. Feeling it here.

  8. This is lovely and so heartfelt. I'm so glad we connected. I agree with the complexity of emotions you put here you would think might get muddled. It does not.