I Finally Listened

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© 2012 by Therese Wilson. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/17/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8630-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8629-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8628-9 (e)

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Contents

Dedication

Foreword

Words

I Must Write

The Words Come

Words

Broken

Slap

The Ancients Speak

Stay

All I Ask

First Poem

Feminine Devine

Where Is The Place Of Women

Dragonfly

Dance The Dance Now

Me

You Will Know

Renew The Ooze

Tell It, Tell It, Tell It!

Stay

Go In

Un-Creating God

Don’t Doubt Where You Go

Hands

Conversation

Circle Of Women

Bring The Light

My Body Speaks

Choice

The Chosen

When Women See Women

Blinding Grace

Re-Birth

On Being Human

How Did We Forget

Middle Times

Dead Language

Better To Wait

Enjoy The Scenery

Embrace The Universe

Free To Think

Jealous Lover

Paths

No Witness Borne For Them

The Disease Of Life

Afraid Of The Dark

Only Me

Those Little Choices

It’s A Man Thing

There Is A Place

Truthfully Me

Trigger Happy

My Eyes

Automatic

To Humanity

Illusions Of What Never Was

Live Life Loud

Innocent

Clearly

Half

Our Salvation

Don’t Miss It

Surprise

Transitions

My Prayer For Taiwan

The Autumn Of Humanity

Where Is The Grace

Silly, Urgent, Game

Not Less Than

Good

There Is No We

Go In

And Yet…

Like

Know Yourself

For Me~But Not Entirely…

If I Did

Restless Dreamer

I Feel Bad

Know That Self

Color Whore

Change

Healing Hands

Listen

Little Girl

Man, Oh, Man

Killing Me

Me And We

Night Lies

Old Feelings Rising (Elliott)

On Winning

P.S.

Just A Laugh

Mirror Mirror Ii

Oxymoron Dilemma

Pain, I Love You

Restless Awakenings

Shine

Silent Again

Fired Well

Thou Be Me

Pot Of Gold

Life In The Bright

My Contribution

No Labels

Shores Of My Joy

Today We Sleep

Waiting For Treasure

What The F Is The Matter

When I Let Go

Which Is Real

Erase

Fire To Life

I Forgive Myself

Afraid, Once Again

Look Upward And Say

I, I, I!

Manna

Slop

Learning

Noise

Mirror Mirror

The Closet

Us-You-We-Me!

Own

What

It’s All About Me

Two People

Dammit!

And If

Love

The Rush

All

The Gift

My Beloved

How Do I

Hold Fast, My Love

Grenades And Rocket Launchers

Dark Side Of The Moon

Revealing And Healing My Child

Mother Did You Know

Little Girl

For Me

Mother’s Truths

Daughter Of Father

Wounded Child

Mother-Child Connection

My Child Did Not Know

Mother’s Day

Rise Up Child

The Wounded

This Gift

My Daughters

Not False

About Death

Guilt Is Here

Dad, I Miss You

Will Death

I’m Waiting

Last Rite

Gone

Look To The Clouds

Cry For Me

Moving On

Pain, Fear And Death

Unique Pain

Two All Knowing

Time’s Hearse

Watering Tears

Don’t Leave Me

Continuing Look

God/Goddess

Hey God

Perfect Light

Raise It Up

What Will Mother Think

Zig-Zag

The Dance

Guide Me

I Forget

Thank You, God

Goddess In Training

Know My Part

Drop

Train Ride

Dear Creator

Trust

Individual Sin

Her And Him And Me

5 Petal God Flower

Sorry, But Not Really

Start New Beliefs

Why Do I Stay In-Between

Afterword:

Little Treat Poems

Park Poems 8-23-05…

Silence In The Park

Leaf

Freeze

The Other Side Of The Side

It Only Is

Which Is Real

1-19-06

Upward

Thou Be Me

5-26-06

5-26-06

Muddled

2006

2006

Three Poems

Ode To An Sl500

DEDICATION

There is only one person to whom this

can be dedicated. My husband, Jim.

Thank you for providing me with the

life to bring this forward. Thank you

for believing my words were not just

for me. Thank you for always nudging

me to publish.

I love you greatly.

FOREWORD

On February 8th, 2005, Chinese New Years Eve, I lay down to sleep. As often was the

case, the first line of a poem came to me. I tried to memorize it, in case I really would

write it in the morning… then told myself to stop kidding myself. I was not going to

remember it.

This time, however, my voice came to me and said, "No! Not this time. Get out of bed

and go write it now."

So I did.

And the poems poured out of me like the bursting of a dam!

It was, in fact, dammed up poetry, because I had been writing in my head all of my life,

but not thinking I had the time, or the skill, or the energy, to put the poems down on

paper.

For me, it felt like I was not even writing. When finished, I would read in amazement

what was now on paper. I knew it was not to be kept to myself forever, but I was afraid

to let them fly out to the world. I was fearful of what others would think. I was not ready

to be judged, if judging were to come.

I am ready now.

I know that some of the poems come from my own, personal hurts. I know that the

telling of them is my own experience of them, come from my youth to my woman… and

that can mean distortion of facts in favor of telling feelings. They are my remembering

only.

My poetry now ebbs and flows, but never goes away… and I will never again ask it to

stay away.

My wish is that the sharing lets those who read know they are not alone in the

experience of being human.

Therese

Words

I Must Write

I find, oddly enough,

At the age of fifty two,

That I must write.

Poetry mostly.

I was robbed of my words,

At nineteen young years,

By my perceived,

But wrong,

Understanding

Of love.

I am no Maya Angelou,

But perhaps I am,

Since I write of,

And from,

My own heart and

Experience.

My experience is of

Sleepwalking life,

In part.

Joy, sorrow, pain

And awakening.

Awakening…

To joy, sorrow, pain.

This time

Aware of the journey,

Able to express

In words, aloud

And written,

Every little nuance,

Of the