Thursday, June 26, 2014

"A Speck of Dust"

Ever had a Fixated Brain day? Those days when your analytical side grabs ahold of some little piece of fluff that’s bouncing around like cosmic dust, and you must scrutinize said speck from every possible angle? I dove wholeheartedly into a Fixated Brain exercise today. My attention grabbed onto a random concept and couldn’t shake it free. I scribbled some ideas into my journal. I pondered different aspects while I washed and dried my favorite glasses. I considered multitude angles and dissected different interpretations. I spent hours on the internet researching permutations and postulations. The entire day drifted by with total submersion into the notion that possessed my attention. My zombie approach to everything else means I stumbled through my usual chores and absentmindedly answered my mother’s questions (I think?) My obsessing, by the end of the day, has left me feeling fuzzy and fatigued. The end result of all of this fanatical cogitating? The speck of dust turns out to be nothing more than—yes, a speck of dust!

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman  

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

"Everyone Lies"

She kneels before an all forgiving God   
            a supplicant asking for mercy   
            “Bless us, O Lord, for I have sinned”     
                        sighs through her parted lips       
                                    A conniving bitch   
                                                            to get ahead   
                                                                        to break even   
                                                                                  to fall in love   
            Her hair veils her face   
                        light and shadow finger her expression    
                                    hollow out her downcast eyes   
                                    highlight the planes of her pale cheekbones   
She prays for redemption and the strength to change   
            for God’s hand to guide her onto another path   
                        But people don’t change   
            Her disease seeps into her joints like lupus    
                        spreads through her organs   
                                    invades every cell   
                                                infects her life and world   
            So the tears shed before her Lord   
                        water and nourish nothing   
            Her vows of commitment to convert   
                        remain unheard   
                                    by her God   
For she’s forgotten her Golden Rule—  
                                    Everyone lies   


Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



Tuesday, June 24, 2014


A willow woman     
With spiked heels and sassy stride   
And contagious laugh that lured me into her life with playful words
Commonalities wove us into an easy friendship   
Same wine, same music, same world view   

Until . . .    
            He entered     
            And her eyes followed him, hypnotized   
            And her loneliness compelled her to   
            Cling to his words  
            Cloak herself in self-deception     
            As she became his shadow and lost all substance   

A tenacious terrier   
With body honed to steel   
And wit weapon sharp and deadly   
She voraciously fed upon change   
An adrenaline junkie   
Smart enough to carve her place   
Determined to succeed     
A warrior mother fighting through heartbreak and disappointment
Our friendship a braid of Time, Triumph, Travails   

Until . . .   
            He entered   
            And she drew into his orbit   
            And her loneliness compelled her to   
            Dream his dreams   
            Attach herself tightly to him   
            As she severed all other ties   

Years from now  
Confusion and Disbelief  
Will mingle with their tears as they lament,   
“He’s gone. He’s gone.
I became what he wanted, who he wanted.  
But it wasn’t enough.”   

And they’ll be shadows without substance tethered to no one.     


Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman




Monday, June 23, 2014

"The Best Advice"

         Just like most people, I’ve received my share of “deconstructive” advice over the years. You know what I mean. The two cents worth that a busybody must impart with great sincerity and greater hypocrisy. You smile and nod your head with a vague look in your eyes. You bite your cheek to prevent spewing your desired response, and instead you politely say, “Thank you so much for your advice.” Then you go on ahead and ignore it all because you doubt the motivations of this “well meaning” advisor.
         However, I do know that some people in my life bestowed wonderful tidbits of guidance and philosophy that carried me through rough times. Many of these pieces of advice came from unexpected sources when I least foresaw the impact of their wise words. I’ve grown to cherish these principles and thought I’d pass them along today. I don’t want to present these canons in any particular order because at different points in my life, they’ve taken on different degrees of importance.

1.       Don’t have a television set in your bedroom. Couples don’t need that distraction. (This came from my mother right before I got married.)

2.      Try everything twice because you may not like it the first time around. (My father’s marital advice. So many different levels to this tidbit . . .)

3.      Never stay in a relationship if there’s physical or emotional abuse. (Both of my parents were very firm on this.)

4.      You have your entire life to reach for goals and dreams. (My father finished college at the age of 48 and started a new career at 50.)

5.      Enjoy each and every stage of childrearing and parenthood. (Remember, your relationship with your children lasts your entire lifetime.)

6.      Sometimes, you just have to put your head down and plow through the bullshit by sticking out a bad situation until you get to the “good stuff.” (Delayed gratification leads to such tremendous rewards.)

7.      Choice becomes a part of every day. We cannot often control what happens to us, but we can choose how we respond to those events. (I’ve always had trouble with this because I want to try to control situations/events/people. You know, trouble shoot and prevent; but somehow that rarely works.)

8.      Plan for the worst, but hope for the best. (These words guide my daily life now more than ever.)

9.      You can spend your life miserable looking at what you don’t have, or you can spend your life happy with what you do have. (I can never understand why some people choose to be unhappy, but they do.)

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman