ODE TO AN INSUFFERABLE ADVOCATE

What are you able to build with your lies 

Integrity crumbles; trust withers and dies

Your boasts of endowment and feat

Beg Karma’s inscription on short term’s lease

From a charlatan’s pulpit you beat ire’s chest

Dragooning those of goodwill who decline your behest

Blow by blow, whack, thwack, wallop

Bellows the bark of narcissist’s trollop

Black and blue is the child whose parent you proffer

Contused the vocation that breeds leviathan’s toddler

But while the apathy in which you so charitably marinate

In the short term funds kindness and empathy’s wake

Tyranny’s engine will soon sputter and falter

Providence will not long suffer browbeating ogres

Crassness will never be civility’s pimp

So, say all those aggrieved by arrogance’s imp

Clutch vulgarity’s sledgehammer, grumble and growl

Humility’s quiet forever transcends provocation’s howl 

Justice’s blindfold is shriveling in sorrow

But peace and probity come tomorrow

Peace and probity come tomorrow

By Rachel A. Elovitz

October 9, 2017

Honoring Resilience

See me
I'm not the girl my father abandoned
Not the child he laid his hands on
I’m not that kid in DFCS custody
I am not the drugs that my mother gave me
I’m not the drunk who whipped my still wobbly legs purple
Or that cocaine addicted newborn facing insurmountable hurdles
I’m not that toddler trembling in Me Maw’s closet
Or the child missing from family composites
I’m not that angry delinquent running scared and tired
Or that poor girl you declined to hire
I’m neither strife, nor pity
And reject your derision
I’m neither rage nor resentment
And don't want your contrition
I’m not a ward of the state ...Or an adjudication date
I'm not the filth in my home
Or my father’s complacent tone
I'm not my mother’s confinement
Or her lack of refinement
I will not be reduced to a label or cause
I will not be defined by dependency laws
I am facility unmeasured
And potential untapped
I will not lay in the corners of your predetermined map
I am not the portrait of premise or presupposition
I will act on my own petition!
Adversity’s frown will never steal my smile
I've walked for ages and lost count of the miles
My past will not pigeonhole my future
I will embrace my survival as success's tutor
My soul has the strength of a thousands seas
It will not be bound by myopic proclivity
I will never accept an expedient version of me

Life's Disrobing

Your sadness like an anchor falls

It crashes 'round the courthouse halls

Your legs mired; your eyes red and pleading

You fear today’s your final meeting

Back at home, the phone rings with abandon

Your pulse races; it moves in tandem

With each whisper between them...and each denunciation

You cry in woeful supplication

Your daughter but a room away

Your son off to a friend’s to play

“I’m leaving,” his father's tone unsympathetic, callous

“Daddy,” he shouts, “you’re supposed to love us!”

Your terror launched by life’s disrobing

Will this be your complete unfolding

This, his implausible but palpable retreat

Your heart lumbered by love’s defeat

His steps hasten down desperation’s path

Is this midlife crisis’ wrath?

You want to scream for him to hear

Don’t regret this time, this day, this year

Don’t cause all that’s been sweet to sour

Please, don’t let this be our goodbye hour

Don’t leave me in this tormented place

Unlock this cage of lost embrace

Shed folly's shelter; and wrongs amend

Treat me like your cherished friend

By Rachel A. Elovitz, July 15, 2014

The Tug of Souls

Matrimonially extracted from Grace

Two souls' arms steadfast, embrace

Cloaked in comfort, foreheads converged,

Hands intertwined and traditions merged

United by covenant in Goodness’ presence

In the shadow of doubt and piercing reticence

Promises pledged, alas unrequited

Lies greedily tendered, trust now subsided

Faith dissolved in rile and segregation

In opposition hope shouts for remediation

Solace at last sought in legal jargon

Relief partial, hearts still hardened

Liberation gained in guided dissolution

In loss’ sting there is no absolution

Decisions armored, yet imprudently strategized

Love remembers what fate never realized

By Rachel Elovitz, Feb 2011

A Tale of Two Sisters

This offering was originally a response to my sister - after reading a poem she wrote about my nieces.  It is an ode to them with a wish that what they share will permeate the walls of the Juvenile Court and the families who enter there.

Bereft of slumber and of sluggish hand

On your poetic tender my eyes humbly land

To read a tale of two sisters, dissimilarly inclined

One a whirling dervish, one bookishly sublime

Of their doting alliance and its innate blisters

After all…these two are sisters

In each there is empathy, ability, and light

In each there is humility, compassion, and insight

To merit their love and yield their affection

Is a testament to the recipient - absent dialogue, sans question

They are the progeny of generations of goodness - and yes, fallibility

But of history’s lessons they are the auspicious beneficiaries

And should peace ever seem at one's insufferable distance

Her sister will be there to mitigate resistance

No doubt should lie in this final proffer

That in their disparate manner, they are bonded forever

By Rachel Elovitz, Feb 2011

Wonderland Lost

There is no Cinderella 

Peter Pan is grown

That doesn’t keep him sober

Nor does it keep him home

Old King Cole’s not so merry

His wife’s the Wicked Witch

Red Riding Hood seeks shelter

From her wrath - and her switch

Wonderland is a wasteland

The Giving Tree a stump

Little Bo Peep’s playground

Is a needle-infested dump

Harold grabs his purple crayon

And draws Jonah’s whale

In its belly he finds his haven

A compulsory fairy-tale

By Rachel Elovitz, Feb 2011

Truth's Lodging

For those grieving the loss of a marriage, the end of a cherished relationship, and the absence of answers

Forego ardent protest and creative supplication 

Relying on inference - a fool's condemnation

Discard diffidence, perception's jaded visor

Obscurity and darkness, veracity's quagmire

Truth's breath is transparent, impervious to contagion

Armored against malice and miscalculation

Empathy and insight born of its womb 

In its embrace, deceit finds its tomb 

To pursue its lodging, a futile expedition

Mourning its absence, gratuitous self-sedition

In the breast of its seeker – therein ends the quest 

Its province ubiquitous; its form manifest

                                                        

Originally printed on Waxing Lyrical on February 5, 2011

This Second

An Ode to Legal Guardians and Adoptive Parents

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Her dance is mercifully blissful

Her laughter, heaven’s cackle  

A sparse apartment for seven

Her enchanted, cherubim castle

Of her father’s crime she’s clueless

She knows not her Mother’s love - or slaughter

The voices she hears each morning

Say that she’s her Aunt and Uncle’s daughter

Her brother tenderly takes her hand

As he opens a Courtroom door

He remembers all too well

The life they had before

His manner is always courteous

His speech, a rejection of his sorrow

For him the journey begins this second

Not yesterday, not tomorrow

From the bench a ruling

Formality these children cannot comprehend

They sit quietly at a table

Mom and Dad at either end

That their parents did not give them birth

Merits zero contemplation

That they are loved and nurtured

Is their soul consideration

By Rachel Elovitz
Originally printed on February 10, 2011, on Waxing Lyrical at http://rachelaelovitz.blogspot.com/

Judgment's Lobby (aka Heaven Imagined)

Yonder bail and creed

Mislaid derision; cutting mockery

Gone judicial indecision  

Marital mayhem and cacophony 

Trespass tarries onward

Cool malfeasance finds oblivion

Through love's breath, liberal and transparent

Iniquity eagerly wakes contrition

Life's disquiets no longer hobby

Sagacity soars in judgment's lobby

libels unearthed; truth shedding mystery

In this real nocturnal reverie

By Rachel A. Elovitz

June 5, 2014

Application for Amnesty

My train extends a thousand miles
Every boxcar crammed with cargo
Chronicles sealed in steel
I’m carrying 4000 tons
I want desperately to bring this freight to a halt
To get off this monorail
To unbolt the caboose door
Dash down the stairs
And amble up the open tracks
Savoring whatever time I’ve left of this singular journey
Leaving behind the weight of things
The reels of acid that daily revisit
Dissolving my insides
Extinguishing judgment
Pain as pointless as it is poignant
Consuming all that could be
Atonement for naught
Should my sins repeat
Injuring the brakemen, flagmen, ticket collectors - all
Every part of me tarnished and tired
And moving 70 miles an hour
But I can open the brake pipe
Slow this train
Bring it to a stop
Walk off
And wave goodbye 
An application for amnesty 
Before I march forward
My compass northbound
Toward a raging tsunami 
It pours over and through me
Carrying away grime and folly
I gaze over my right shoulder
The train is dazzling in the sun, a radiant red
Its materials are unencumbered
Pages without pain
The train and its cargo vanish inside me
Its ride was mine
But not me

Not anymore

By Rachel A. Elovitz

Originally printed as "Northbound" on Waxing Lyrical at rachelaelovitz.blogspot.com on February 15, 2011 

Accord and Satisfaction

She was stationed at the head 
of a sprawling table

Clad in impartiality
surrounded by 6 empty chairs 
“They’ve mostly arrived,” the Coordinator tells her

Conciliation and empathy were no shows
Resentment and repudiation came early
They marched into the room, 
their steps archetypically discordant

She listened, as barristers bloviated 
and parties postured
She heard - enmity’s voice 
and antipathy’s quiet rage
She watched, the parties’ unsteady hands 
and unmanageable tears

She asked about interests, rather than positions
She probed for common ground – and found it
In the face of an absent child

The discussion turned to him
To his education, his welfare, his access to two parents
Areas of solidarity unearthed – and manifold

She listened, as rigidity crumbled 
and tensions thawed
She heard, the plunge of positions 
and good will’s eruption
And she marveled, as clenched hands released, 
faces brightened, 
and a collaborative future was forged


First published on Waxing Lyrical at rachelaelovitz.blogspot.com/ on March 31, 2011