Gabrielle Weinberger HarlessMount Airy, NC, USA |
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Born in Germany on January 12, 1945, I was orphaned soon after, and raised by relatives. In 1968, I came to America with my children (ages 4, 3, and 2), to start a new life. I had a three word vocabulary. In 1974, I passed the GED test. In 1984, I received an AAS Degree in Criminal Justice. In between, I worked in textile factories. We also traveled abroad several times and had many great adventures. My poetry is the result of a very hard, but beautiful life. Writing my thoughts down fortifies my spirit and keeps me centered. I perceive life as a sacred mystery, and take nothing for granted. |
RealizationsFor all the roads—I did not takeFor all the choices—I did not make For all the tears—I never cried For all the times—I had to hide For all the love—gained and lost For all of living's bitter cost For all calamities—abated For all the hunger—never sated For all the mountains—never climbed For all the times—things would not rhyme For all the bitterness—and sorrow For all the hope—in each tomorrow For all the times—I felt so free For all the rare moments—I could be me Some things are better left unsaid, or, better yet—undone. The times, when all the plans are laid, it's best—to frolic in the sun. |
IllusionsFortune Teller, will you tell me,what my future holds? Will my lover go, and leave me, will my heart grow cold? Will good fortune smile upon me, Will I have a child? Will there ever be somebody, who can se, I'm growing wild? Fortune Teller, will you tell me, all I wish to hear? Help me carry my great sorrow, help me look upon my fear! Do we know, how Fortune Tellers find the strength—to hold us up? We can't see them—in the twilight, drinking from a bitter cup. |