A rose, at the end of summer,
knows it must let go of the petals,
to bloom again next spring.

-L.J. Lenehan

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A Stranger’s Sorrow

I exist in the shadows of empathy,
where compassion floods my soul
feeling the pain of all who are near
because I have no peace
in the presence of a stranger’s sorrow.

I find myself in an outdoor cinema,
with individual’s inner battles on display,
I am preoccupied with the judgements
that compound their sorrowfulness.

Suddenly and purposefully I mourn,
I mourn not for myself
but for a world full of people
that cannot find each other in plain sight.

-L.J. Lenehan-

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The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension. But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.” ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
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All Those Years Ago

You captured my imagination
before we said ‘hello’ all those years ago
when I lost myself in you

When all we had time to do was talk
working for glasses of wine and hours
of blissful gazes into each other’s eyes

When potential was all we had
and our only problem was
wondering how to say ‘I love you’

Rushing to explore dreams of together
all those years ago when
all that existed was me and you

-L.J. Lenehan-

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Poetry Amnesia

Poetry Amnesia

No poetry in my soul today,
consciously numb,
I am suffering from:
Poetry in my soul amnesia.

Dejecting me further
into melancholy.
Poetry left in the most unusual way:
no fuss, no goodbye,

I feel deprived of one last chance
to make a spectacle of myself.
No metaphors for loss
in this rhythmless mess .

My heart pines the vivid memory,
of my first love,
poetry.

– L.J. Lenehan –
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Ten, twenty, thirty years gone by –
Do you remember the tears that seemed so important that day?
Did you make sure to have it out with God?

Did you burn the candle at both ends –
Or did you take time to breath, that day?
Did you learn from your mistake and let it go?

Did you remember that time heals all?
Did you take that time –
To find yourself?

Did you believe in miracles?
Knowing there are many –
Pausing for each one?

Did you start each day with a cup of tea?
Did you make sure not to judge; yourself,
Or anyone else?

Did you get out of the waiting game?
Did you find the bright places – where the bands were all playing?
Did you sing, naked, with the birds?

Did you laugh?
Did you love?
Did you live?

Did you enjoy the day?
Did you frolic in bliss?
Did you find your happy place?

The journey is short;
Moments are important –
Enjoy the day.

– L.J. Lenehan –

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Ten, twenty, thirty years gone by –
Do you remember the tears that seemed so important that day?
Did you make sure to have it out with God?

Did you burn the candle at both ends –
Or did you take time to breath, that day?
Did you learn from your mistake and let it go?

Did you remember that time heals all?
Did you take that time –
To find yourself?

Did you believe in miracles?
Knowing there are many –
Pausing for each one?

Did you start each day with a cup of tea?
Did you make sure not to judge; yourself,
Or anyone else?

Did you get out of the waiting game?
Did you find the bright places – where the bands were all playing?
Did you sing, naked, with the birds?

Did you laugh?
Did you love?
Did you live?

Did you enjoy the day?
Did you frolic in bliss?
Did you find your happy place?

The journey is short;
Moments are important –
Enjoy the day.

– L.J. Lenehan –

Should You Escape The Labyrinth?

Tumultuous cacophony ensues;
When anyone dares to escape,
Fear, anger, happiness and pain,
Of the labyrinth.

Contemplate.

Rewrite the rules of your life;
Use courage to spend time with yourself,
And a commodity called:
Silence.

Meditate.

Map out what is inside;
Identify patterns,
That produce outcomes,
Impacting those around you.

Analyze.

When the labyrinth gets hard;
Keep going,
And then go some more.

Determination.

Trust that the future, is not the tool,
You use to escape the present.
Learn that you don’t need to escape,
Today is enough,
Because you might not be here tomorrow.

Persist.

-L.J. Lenehan-

Inaugurate Women’s Happiness

Fairy tale ending, sold to little girls; so they do not divert:
Dead inside, from sterile life of conventional housewife,
Time to cry, put back until dinner preparation,
Because, kitchen is off limits for those few minutes.

Waking up, realising years went by:
No cure, to the feelings of despair,
Taught as children to deal with what life brings,
Creates a very obedient housewife.

A problem, with no name,
Identity crisis, suburbia’s plague:
‘She’s just in a rut…’
‘It’s a phase…’
‘She’ll snap out of it…’

Surviving, everything they ever wanted,
Women’s outrageous behaviour, never forgotten.
Marie Antoinette, beheaded queen, famous for saying, ‘let them eat cake,’
What if, the truth was she gave them cake,
To apologize for recklessness in her past.

Communities, all over the world,
Possess power, to teach little girls, our future women,
They have the right to choose.

Educate our little women:
Writing, composition, painting,
Skills, to escape melancholia provided by life.

Allow, the world’s harem,
To choose a new liberated path,
Inaugurate women’s happiness,
All over the world.

– L.J. Lenehan –

Seventeenth of July

The stigma of trauma; with me since the seventeenth of July –
Magpies carried our cries as far as the Bonsai of Shanghai.
Death used his chest as an armrest; enjoying the hue of purple.
Distressed; the priest came to bless his cardiac arrest –
Medical emergency attended to with modern zest.
The aroma of coma; slowed my composure –
Community predicaments – exposed in the enclosure.
Bedside vigilance attended in increments –
Prayers from the innocent; delivered fearlessness.
Five days later, his eyes finally opened, exposing the fear –
Hugging with happiness; the future unclear.
No memory for four weeks; the doctor said there was no certainty –
Angry delirium; he never understood what was happening to him –
Calling with plans of escaping; my heart broken with whims.
Tests, medications, surgeries left him in oblivion –
A condition so rare; they could not cure – it became wearisome.
Agreed to testing; in aid of helping the next generation.
Devastation; an obligation of stabilization from Sudden Adult Death Syndrome –
A modern miracle fought on the battle fields for one more chance –
To say, I love you.

– L.J. Lenehan –