Poetry

Adaptation

There’s a lot to read about adapting, redesigning, modifying and adjusting at the moment. This is the age of COVID-19!

Governments, schools, churches, businesses, artists, support and aid agencies, individuals and families, and of course health facilities and workers – physical, psychological, emotional.

One article I’ve just read was how Paralympians and their families are using their imaginations to keep training consistent for best results at the next games.

I found myself thinking that they’d be ahead of the ‘game’ though, as they’ve been adjusting and adapting for some time already. As have all of us who are not mainstream, or of groups/peoples who are least valued by the mainstream.

My adult children have lived their lives being blind, but because that is true of them since birth, it has not been a loss or adjustment for them – only everybody around them who is sighted.

Their life and mine, though, has been one of adjusting, modifying, redesigning and adapting to the mainstream, the larger group who resist any life other than the way it suits them. Now this preference for ‘life done my way’ is not unique to a few or a particular group, it is common to all including me (and my children). But a small few, either choose or are thrust into a new version of life where making accommodations is required.

The difference in this ‘age of COVID-19’, is that those who get by with minimal adaptation and modification are now the few.

And those who are already living lives of modifying, adjusting, adapting and redesigning have more of the like added to their load-bearing.

Some of the technology and systems main streamers are now using, the adjusters and modifiers have been using a long time. So, we’re waiting for you to learn to use it in the way we need to.

Some of us living a life of redesign and modification are further isolated by the technology and systems which the new mainstream finds connective.

Families who have already modified and redesigned their life/work/health balance to fit the mainstream’s order, are having to do this again – with parents, partners, children and grandchildren. Families who had different, demanding, changeable, unpredictable days before the ‘age of COVID-19’, will still live this once it passes and continue to live this on top of the current global changes.

My hope is that this generation will remember to consider who will be excluded, forgotten, disadvantaged or isolated by our choices and preferences moving forward and out of this crisis.

That we will not forget, that some of our crises within the overarching crisis of the virus, were born out of our unwittingness or unwillingness to consider those who are not ‘us’.

That we will learn and practice empathy, and the common thread which is our humanness.

That we will talk with each other, and future generations, about who and what we were before and during the ‘age of COVID-19′; who and what we are working toward being past the age of…’.

A Heart Bludgeoned

Pounding, beating, striking hard

Relentless force, crushing, jarred

Unending, constant, take no breath

Wearing down, to point of death

 

My bludgeoned heart, still pulsating

Throbbing pulp, strength is waning

Your threats overt and sometime veiled

Lies and slander will not prevail

 

This heart of mine has loved on love

You kept at bay, by your pounding club

Diminishing, love does not

Heart’s black and blue, though, hide a lot

 

4/12/2016

Gina Marie

SPEVI Daze

Been attending the South Pacific Educators in Vision Impairment (SPEVI) conference in Adelaide this past week. I’d like to write some reflections soon, but here are my immediate reflections at the time…as poems. A conference is a lot of learning to absorb at one time, that’s for sure.

SPEVI Daze

 

Days a-filled with knowledge broad

A rolling wave, informing

The researcher, teacher, parent bow

To thrust the child and student forward

 

A forward journey, target bound

Of arrow formed and ready

To launch from varied places trod

Next steps in each one’s story

 

Day or knight, we ne’er can tell

What changes may surprise us

But onward ,upward, kindred all

Press on and innovate – regardless

 

14/1/2020

Gina Marie

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Champions

 

A knight will champion

His liege’s cause

And so we need crusaders

Who go to battle

March on the walls

The battlement, overtakers

 

You’ve crumbled walls

Built bridges tall

Overreaching troubled waters

The scaffold now

We climb aboard

To extend the reach you bought us

 

And so we follow knights of old

Who’ve fought to bring together

Those left behind

Who now may find

Connection through this tether

 

15/1/2020

Gina Marie

On the occasion of Phia Damsma receiving her Knighthood from the King of the Netherlands

Dooarkanew? – (Do-Are-Can-You?)

What does your mind tell your heart and your soul?

Does the spirit bring calm when your heart’s in turmoil?

Is your soul being troubled by the mind’s crooked steps?

Inner-self still assured that eternity’s kept?

 

What do you feel, when your mind isn’t sure?

When you feel, is your mind sent to some other shore?

Is your soul in disquiet, keeping step with your mind?

Can the essence of you, whisper that you are mine?

2/6/2019

Bittersweet

As certain as a concrete path

That leads from here to there

A settled end of certainty

Releasing – if you dare

 

An ending seems so final

Though an end there needs to be

An end with questions still unanswered

End of long-past misery

 

As tender washes bitterness

Aside! Away! Afar!

The bitterness of losses

Taints the sweetness of the mark

 

A farewell mark in time

A fresh begin-again

A next step of progression

A sweet beginning, bitter end

31/5/209

Mother’s Day Reflection – 2019

Mothering

A journey long

Facing challenges head on

Learning as you go along

Make mistakes, then sing your song

 

Mothering

Of those from me

Recognise the family tree

Tuning in, uniqueness see

Encourage, teach them how to ‘be’

 

Mothering

Of those who came

From another mother’s frame

Take care, on loan, though all the same

I love and send you back again

 

Mothering

Sons and daughters who do not fit

The mould, the world does force a bit

Give space, belonging, wings to flit

About as who they’ll be, as built

 

Mothering

Though some will leave

By choice or to eternity

Speak their name, release but keep

The truth that moth’ring does not cease

 

Mothering

Will be to leave

Your loves will long, though, still to cleave

To your memory, with sigh and heave

And take you to the one’s they lead

 

Gina Marie

11/5/2019

Things

Things I can no longer do

Things you wont allow me to

Things I know I’ve done before

Things of which I’m now, not sure

 

Places I have lived and moved

Places bringing sweet soul-soothe

Places unfamiliar, new

Places strange I go with you

 

Names and faces everywhere

Names that bring a memory fair

Names which used to fit in time

Names of those who once were mine

 

My soul is floating fettered to

My anchor, firm, which cannot move

My view when lifted by this storm

My mind cannot define its form

 

Things were planned before my time

Places set in boundaries mine

Names and faces I have loved

My soul will fly to home above

 

18/4/2019