Monthly Archives: October 2014

Dress-up Soldier

I have been a wife, twice.
and I have worn
both husbands’ clothes,
yes.

But the frayed, gray
army sweatpants, brown
T-shirts, faded
cammies & spit-
shined boots –
those are mine.

Or were. They are rags
gone to memory now.
Still …

Battle dress is different;
not like normal clothes.
It cannot be borrowed,
or assumed,
or appropriated.

Uniforms can only be earned.

Please do not wear
that outfit

if you, yourself, have
not broken in the boots.

(Camouflage isn’t comfortable,
and gods know
it isn’t cute.)

But it means something
that is not
transferable.

by Karen M. Seeley,
copyright 2014

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Data Days [or, Borrowing Laughter — written Aug. 16, 2014]

Laughter is the proof that we are people,
according to some cultures. A ‘first laugh’ party
— one for each baby — is
traditional in at least one tribe.

But down we forget [as up we grow]
how to truly laugh.
To break open the smile, release the breath,
push from the diaphragm and LAUGH.

indulging in sheer delight, till ribs and
cheeks seize up in happy pain

Why does laughing, nowadays, feel as though
it has become (like so many
other human acts)
a lost art?

Well-intentioned Advice (Aug. 15, 2014)

Heart and brain assume their varied guises —
masks to shield and front them through the day.
Semblances that tortured soul devises
to cleave a path through atmospheres of gray.

When sounds and colors serve but to decoy
the hungry spirit panting after truth,
“the doctor’s in” is certain to annoy
when empty chair is set by vacant booth.

Passing strangers cluck and wring their hands,
certain they know the sovereign remedy.
But angry pilgrims turn to unknown lands,
seeking a space that fosters sanity.

If you would see a mind regain its might,
uncage the bird, and follow it in flight.