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GAYLE SLATEN

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I was named Gayle Lindsay Slaten at birth—my mother said she gave me a writer’s name. Prophecy or not, I have been writing since I could hold a pen.  Poetry flows with my nature, helping me to discover myself through hard times and a good friend to me as I traverse this earthly path.  This column encompasses the balance between dark times and light, earlier musings and lessons learned along the way.  I share my writing to help others know that life can change in a moment, just by making and acting on one choice.  I am happily living in Tucson, AZ, writing, drumming, dancing and making art. 

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This month, I am sharing a bit about me. 

   

 

My, My, My Hands

 

My, my, my hands
Raised in class
Insistent, straight
I know the answer
Call on me

 

My, my, my hands
Waving wildly
Beacons of light
I am here
Come to me

 

My, my, my hands
Resting assured
Smooth and manicured
I am yours
Picture me

 

My, my, my hands
Molding clay
Strong and centered
I am creating
Let me be

 

My, my, my hands
Building a new life
Stiff and spotted
I am joy-filled
To be free

 

 

What Makes Me Deliriously Happy?

 

Quirky humor
Always tickles my funny bone
Hits me in a way
That triggers uncontrollable laughter
To the point of tears
Gasping for breath
The images in my head
Re-igniting the process
Again and again
Until I hide my face
In embarrassment
From unstoppable glee
Which makes everything
Seem funny
And creates an
Eternal moment of
Ecstatic laughing
And crying
At the same time
Which doesn't stop
Until exhaustion hits
And
I am
Comfortably
Satiated

 

 

Why Do I Write?

 

I write to get thoughts out of my head

The ones that swirl around with no meaning

Until I find it on the page

 

I write to make sense of my world

To discover my point of view

Then change sides to understand another's

 

I write to find

What my Higher Self wants to say

It is always an Ah-Ha when I read it

 

I write because that's my expression

Since I was a little girl

Without a voice...I found it on paper

 

I write because it is fun

To sculpt words

Into expressions of art

 

I write because

It crystallizes my feelings

And allows them to transform

 

I write because I am a writer

Always have been

Always will be

 

 

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