Category: Poetry

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry VIII

Art Link Painful Separation Love Love is hard to give… and harder still to take Life is hard to live… unless it’s lived for Love’s sake. –Robyn Elaine Serven –July, 1992

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry VII

Art Link Tarnished Silverpink Sorry I’m sorry that you hurt I’m sorry that in living my life I have caused you pain I’m sorry that you are having trouble attaining your goals Love may mean never having to say you’re sorry But Friendship demands it –Robyn Elaine Serven –July, 1992

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry VI

Art Link Faces Faces It was fear of the faces that kept me at bay recoiling in shock, alarm, disgust shuddering with contempt, derision, revulsion hardening into loathing, hatred, and fear Four decades was a long time –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 11, 2006

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry V:

Art Link More Blues Senses Tears cloud the vision Silence enshrouds the ears Touching is denied Taste and smell are dulled Pain pierces the heart Loneliness hammers at the brain This is how a friendship ends –Robyn Elaine Serven –June, 1992

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry IV

Art Link Purple Chasm Suspended I was too afraid to release the life I had, feeling like I would surely plunge into the abyss if I did. Eventually I found I had nothing to lose, that maybe the abyss was where I belonged So I disentangled myself from that former existence and found that I was hanging inches from solid ground Ain’t that a bite in the ass. –Robyn Elaine Serven –October 31, 2005

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry III

Art Link The Blues                               A Secret A secret                       buried deep within my soul A secret                       hidden from one and all A secret                       too hard for me to tell A secret                       complex enough to kill A secret                       that cannot see the light A secret                       I kept it locked up tight A secret                       leaking out so late A secret                       determining my fate                      –Robyn Elaine Serven                             –June, 1992

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry II

Art Link Mask The Mask My life was a mask I wore to hide my secrets Bleak, flat, colorless bland was my world filled with responsibility devoid of joy Anguish washes away meaningful emotion The mask blinded me to life’s possibilities tunnel vision eroding hope love tainted by a lie so immense it can’t be seen Lies piled upon lies a false truth that comforted everybody but me Meaning dwindled distorted Heart broken blackened Soul warped crushed The walls of my reality were too close Going forward required destroying the mask –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 17, 2006

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry I

Art Link Organizing a Rainbow The Migration I am. I am a boy. I am different. I am supposed to be who my family wants me to be. I am bad. Something is wrong with me. Something is wrong about me being a boy. I have to be who my mother wants me to be. I am supposed to be a boy. I am counter-culture. I am supposed to be a man. I am supposed to be a husband. I have to be who my wife wants me to be. I am supposed to be a father. I have to be who my daughter needs me to be. I am caught. I have to be who society wants me to be. I am a soldier. I am a student. I am a teacher. I have to be who my employers want me to be. I am unhappy. I am suicidal. I have to take a chance on being who I want me to be. I am afraid. I am really a woman. I really am a woman. I am a transsexual. I am proud. I am transsexual. I am a transsexual woman. I am transgendered. I am transgressively-gendered. I am queer. I am gender-variant. I am Robyn. I am free. I am me. –Robyn Elaine Serven –September 22, 1998

Many of us, especially Veterans who are Advocates for our brothers and sisters and those Civilians who join that advocacy, have been writing about the Veterans Administration and especially Veterans Care, which in these times of conflicts also encompass the Military Care system as well. With this technology we can push our advocacy untill it’s paid the attention it should already have by those who do the job of reporting as a profession. And because of the extreme lack of oversight and concern by the representatives we hire, as the drums of war were first pounding and the years following, we find breaking stories far to often in these last months. Months that have brought out the problems with the care, the overwelming numbers needing care and being denied for months or just denied, the living conditions of those receiving the care and even serving, and so much more.

When we write about the needs or the lack oversight and funds we far to often, myself included though I try and remember in my rage, leave out the facts of the true dedication of the workers in the VA System. The workers, who like most of us working stiffs, give their all to the jobs and professions they perform and have to deal with what’s lacking from the administrations, top on down, of these agencies. In the government that administration starts with the Executive Branch, the Congress, the Political Appointee’s to head and the Political Appointee’s they bring in, and Especially to the Governed, Us, who fight the costs needed or follow political ideology leadership if not wanted.

Every once in awhile a report will surface of that dedication within: