Same Mistakes
Gathering and Organizing Data
A cast of characters
Fill these last lovely years
Although she has never compared
One to another, side by side
So she took her pencils and blank paper
In red she drew
Circles without faces
Giving each a name
And a number on a scale
There was Rich, 3
Terry, 2
Stephen, 4
Rick, 3
Rob, 4
Dan, 2
And she was only at the beginning…
There would be many circles;
Numbers in months
How long til she found out the man hid a little boy inside
who needed her so badly
In the middle was a square with her name
One blue line to each circle for each time;
Each time she thought she was happy
And the world came crashing down
One red line for a partial nervous breakdown
A number in black to represent how long she stayed
In months
The journals keep the stories,
That’s not what’s important now
It’s the pattern
Reading the lines in between the lines
The motive and the behavior
Before we go to the next lesson
Further analysis
We’re just gathering data
Not feelings
Not copy
Not excuses
Not alibis
Just the facts as they stand
And moving on…to analyze
"I am not the doctor"
Comments
AUTHORHi Doug! You are very close! I'm an analyst that sees a therapist! After a while you get so used to doing both that you begin to apply the principles interchangeably. Scary huh? Thanks so much, Love and Peace!
Interesting. Sort of like solving a puzzle. Makes me wonder if you're a therapist of some sort.
Great poem, very readable. I'll be back (Terminator voice). Cheers.
- AUTHOR
My sweet sister, Its funny how we can be detached enough to look at our life as an outsider to gather information about patterns but the second we get distracted and wander off - or reminisce - it all becomes flawed. That's what we get for having such big hearts. Love and peace.
I love the associations you made with the hearts, squares and circles. A kind of detached observance of what was but is no longer. I loved the many levels that this can be understood on. Thanks!
- AUTHOR
Mom, thanks so much for your loving words. And most of all for being both my mom and my best friend, I know that's so hard for you to do - especially with me :) Love you too!
N.E. Wright, so glad to see you again! I'm so glad you liked it, I need to get back to read your stories - I do so love them! Love and Peace.
Intriguing!!!
I loved it.
Thanks for the share.
Take Care,
N.E.
Sweetheart, I am so proud of you and how you manage to
put everything into such beautiful poetry!
I know you will be successful in whatever your future holds, and I will be there right beside you to cheer you on!!!! Love you!!!
- AUTHOR
Thank you Dear Epi! It must be my Irish blood! Still poetic? Good! If I can write a hub called Gathering Data and make it poetic - I must have accomplished something! I figured I should put the POETRY label on it so people would still read it and not think I was slipping into a "how to"! Thank you for giving me a "compelling emotional depth" label - I think with my first novel, I'll need to quote you on the dust jacket!! L&P
....well here comes the biggest little boy at Hubland to tell you that you're a wonderful storyteller (fact or fiction - it dosen't matter when it's just good writing)
and the poetic dexterity in which you write is always compelling and complex with enough emotional depth to fill out a novel (or two)!
- AUTHOR
b, thanks for coming! I loved these hearts too There is something precious about the boy inside the man, its the trauma left unhealed inside every person, man or woman, when at a certain age, if it hasn't been acknowledged or worked through becomes the issue. Repressed feelings and agression come out somehow through misplaced blame, setting others up for failure or other nasty behavior. There are signs, and I'm a fixer - I don't want to play that role anymore. I've worked hard to get my own life on track. I have this lesson to learn. L&P
always, you are absolutely right, and I've put this off for too long. Wasted too much time, worked with everyone else when I should have been working on myself. The hardest thing to face sometimes is our own reflection and now I'm forcing myself into a head on colllision with it. Its scary, but the result will be good for everyone whose lives I touch I think. L&P
You're on a journey traveling through time, cleaning debris as you go. A good cleansing is recomended for us all but it's difficult to go there. Much success my Dear friend.
God Bless.
First off, I love your Hearts. All men hide little boys inside them...some more extreme than others. We do learn from our mistakes, life is a learning experience. A Sad, but enjoyable Hub into "insight".
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