Happy Mother’s Day!

bird soaring through the forest

“Hold fast to your dreams for, without them,
life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.”
— Langston Hughes

From Pooh Corner to poetry
With courage and coffee
Thru Art for art’s sake
She inspirited me

From Upstart Crow to unity
With trust and tea parties
Thru Truth for my sake
She inscribed her love

From Camp Nelson to chaos
With freedom and fantasy
Thru Faith for our sake
She inspires me still

purple copyright symbol 2008 Dorian Dorey

I’m the happy result of an unlikely event, a planned teenage pregnancy. Unhappy with her life, my mum made a bold change; she married at 16 and had me a year later. Momma hadn’t found a better life but she had realized her dream of becoming a mother and her brave pursuit of something more gave us each other, and San Francisco. From that nontraditional beginning, through impromptu poetry readings to her own artistic endeavors, she raised me first and foremost to be creative. That gift is as important to me as her unconditional love and unwavering belief in me. Creativity as an end, not just a means, has enabled me to see possibilities beyond my limitations as a spoonie. Momma not only taught me to dream but to dream creatively.

Our mums bring us into being, may guide us as we grow, support us if we’re lucky, and befriend us if we’re ridiculously lucky. I’ve been ludicrously lucky but, then again, I started life as a dream come true – what a legacy!? Momma wonderfully captures our creative journey in her response to this poem, “We’ve both been through all kinds of chaos since Camp Nelson (playing at the creek!), Winnie the Pooh curtains, & huggable Eeyores – not to mention coffee & books at the Upstart Crow – but what we found there has brought us through the tough times, lit up our memories of the good times, & added the magic!!” She’s described me as her alter-ego and she’s my inner compass; my mum and I are more than compatible, we’re complementary.

White Bird Flying is a painting by my mum, Phyllis Dorey-Thiessen

Earth Day

purple flower

Green, living/alive
Seeking to thrive..

Nature seeks naught but need
No need to waste; waste not, want not

So much we can learn
Ideas taking seed

Using what’s needed
Sharing what’s not

Built-in recycling
Reuse revives

purple copyright symbol 2013 Dorian Dorey

selfie of Dorian Dorey in tank top with purple hair
I celebrated Earth Day in my own little way, as I do most holidays: the design on the tank is a tree too so that darling pin will likely stay a permanent companion. It was a free gift found at San Francisco’s annual Earth Day Festival. I also came away with far more paper flyers than makes sense for such an event. Thankfully, a lot of the paper was recycled but I’m hoping to see more information disseminated electronically in the future; sigh.

Farewell (for now)

G'ma and IGrandma & I; RIP, Peg Dorey

always too soon, even when right
time runs out despite our best denial
amidst feeling cheated, reason unable to reign
made incomplete by loss yet more complete for knowing her

purple copyright symbol 2009 Dorian Dorey

“We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.” — Phyllis Theroux

this poem, written as I dealt with the loss overnight, was used beautifully by my Hunny; “Blessed

Winter of the Soul

Tree alone against a Winter white landscape

soul at rest
dormant needs

daring forward
shadowy reminder

buried hopes
kept safe but distant

fallow within
tilled by experience

windswept moorings
memories left scattered

existence sapped
remnants of identity

Winter’s vagaries
change one’s state –
not being

storms encircle
doubtbursts reign

treading water
buoyancy wanes

saturated vistas
gathering fog

obscured vision

palpable darkness
hopes, fears; indistinguishable

the been-all and end-all

Winter’s victims
don’t choose to be affected –
only how

frozen in place
painfully suppressed

seeking refuge
under the weather

disrupted pathways
actualities in flux

insufficiency strikes
thunder stolen

at a loss
functionality eroded

damaged goods
battered by circumstance

purple copyright symbol 2009 Dorian Dorey

If we are to survive long enough to yet thrive, a passing state of being cannot become a statement of being. We must instead weather it, 😉 remembering there are mighty Springs below the harshest Winters.

Tree with Winter aesthetic by Gerd Altmann on pixabay

My Companion

Placating My Thoughts

Far from loved but neither hated
Uninvited yet always present
Undeserved is only a concept
Life deals in balance not fairness

Inescapable thus simply endured
Active evasion left too much lost
Actual participation ever a must
Fate played this hand regardless

More damage done when avoided
Even when no cause, an effect
Every experience now suspect
Destiny is possibility not progress

Although affected, never defined
Imposed limitations fight intent
Impacted by pain but persistent
Karma offers enough over excess

purple copyright symbol 2008 Dorian Dorey

Placating My Thoughts by Demetrios Varoumas on Flickr™

Cult of Connection

The Millennium Simulation

from words we weave
our tête-à-tête tapestry
as music melds us amidst
the proffered prose & poems

randomly relating
thru coveted candor
encouraged expression
and intersecting intentions

in the acceptance of artistry
a foundation of friendship’s born
souls soar when hearts hold love lent
the cult of connection is complete.. as are we

this is dedicated to my fellow artisans

purple copyright symbol 2008 Dorian Dorey

“The Millennium Simulation” by Rich Murray on Flickr™

The Dance of Expression

lit candle

As a candle’s light dances against darkness,
my actions play upon the image I portray.

Choreographed by circumstance,
purpose provides the wick.

The shape of my character is the sculpted wax,
fostering the flame.

Rising above reaction,
I become an inextinguishable candle.

Self is the shadow expression illuminates.

purple copyright symbol 2008 Dorian Dorey

“Candle” by * mario * on Flickr™

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