“Do you hear me now?”

( with thanks to Bert Jansch)

I am soft

I am strong

I want romance

I want respect

I am tender

I am tough

I want to be embraced

I want to be understood

I don’t want to be seen

I want to be heard

I am loyalty

I am flexibility

I am unpredictable

I am security

I am enigma

I am empathy

I am perception

I am paradox

I am Woman!

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 23 February 2015

“Good to be older, would not exchange a single day or a year… Good to be older ah hah, less complications everything clear”

(With thanks to John Lennon)

If it isn’t one thing it’s t’other; 
if it isn’t famine it’s feast.

When the rain stops the draught there’s a deluge, 
and innocent grows into beast.

A moment’s too long or too fleeting; 
all life is too short or drags on.

Life’s oft’ too hard or too simple 
the losses too easily won.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 13 February 2015

Voice-less “When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too.... and a new day will begin”

( with thanks to Andrew Lloyd Weber, Steven Sondheim, 

and to the memory of my father )

The days slip away
hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.

The longer passed… the easier to remember
the scents, the sounds;
except for voices…

I can’t recall my father’s voice.

I can recognise voices I haven’t heard in just as long
but to just recall his in my mind’s ear… I can’t.

Events, conversations, stories, visual memories seem sharp
even from a childhood long gone;
some more vague, embellished or diminished when reminiscing…
but not his voice.

The details are all there
the arguments, the trips, the late-night discussions;
our frustrations and successes, our desires and our dreams.

I remember them all
the advice, and admonishments
the battles neither won;
and yet his words are there…
but still no voice.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 6 February 2015