Kim J is the winner of a copy of Kiss The Moon, The Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. It has been an interesting time for me and I am delighted for Kim to have this book. I hope it will become a favorite for her and she will indeed find our gender and perhaps my views reflected in her own. I love doing this and will again in a few months give another copy of one of my books and perhaps toward the holidays a small wall quilt. So follow if you will and leave your comments. I cannot always remark on all of them, but try to I will. Thank you for your support and hope you look forward to my work on this blog.
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
In my abundance I come to you.
In my abundance, I love you.
This love shackles you not
nor binds you tightly in chains.
It gives you freedom to soar
where your spirit wills
and in the same abundance
finds you winging back to me.
Run quickly from a love
which possesses by need.
Its momentary satisfactions
bind you to a life of servitude.
Its very negation of freedom
murders the giver and the recipient.
Love beckons not out of desperation
but out of abundance.
It is life, calling to life.
It is life, begetting life.
Come to me,
when in your abundance
you would find annihilation in not giving.
When in your joy of living
you would find death in not loving.
Come to me then.
For in my abundance I come to you.
In my abundance, I love you.
And in our communion,
the Spirit lives.
I have been asked many times for permission to read this poem from Kiss The Moon at weddings. It is a favorite and it is about a special kind of love which all weddings declare. One of the many from this book you might win by leaving a comment. All comments will be read and names collected. You might be the lucky winner!
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Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
On Thursday, July 17, 2014 I will have a blind drawing for my book of poetry called Kiss The Moon, The Woman Speaks And Gives Grace. These poems were written during the infancy of the woman’s movement in search of equality. What has evolved is a generation of young women who would not let anyone question their full rights in any partnership or career choice. From my vantage points of daughter, sister, wife and mother with twelve males in close quarters in this lifetime, these poems were written at different times and for the observer it will be an easy matter to see where and when..
It has been a work of my heart. We are in the second printing of this book and the comments received have been heartwarming. It has become a favorite of many and for those who have not had a chance to enter before, take a few minutes and tell me why you would like to win a copy of this book. All comments will be read and names collected with the drawing on Thursday, July 17, 2014. Maybe you will be the winner!
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
When the burlap arrived I began to learn how to work with the fabric. My first attempts were successful because they were the tried and true ones that I used with ordinary fabric. This wall quilt was the first attempt to write directly on the burlap. It became a quilt that built itself as I went along. The more I thought of the phrase it became apparent how it applied to every age.
Whenever the question is asked as to how this pilgrim journey should start I want to say become the kind of friend you want in your life. To me this tells me how serious and willing the person is in seeking for themselves what is necessary in their lives. This particular exercise will not be devastating to the psyche but it will convince the individual if the effort is worthwhile. It is not the easiest junket to be sure. And to the young one whose family perhaps is relocating and parents are met with ‘but I won’t have any friends!’ it will be a start in a definite direction.
For the novice it will be a study of what their own needs are. Or their preferences are. It may mean a centering down or a reaching out. Whatever the need will be the beginning. For the younger one, it may be a matter of wants. What it is they would like in their lives. The parent can say become the friend you want in your life; become that kind of friend as the example. Beginning the inward journey is seldom a frivolous matter. It generally begins when one recognizes the fact that systems are crashing and there is nowhere to go but in.
That first step is the hardest one. No matter the age.
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
A Teacher Spoke. . . . you spend time patching up the grill work only to find that the holes are supposed to be there for that is the way it was designed. That is where it is you are. That is where we have come and there is no turning back but straight on through. You wondered whether there would be confirmation at all that the church has taught and you would be reborn. You did not stop at reborn. People do. That is a way station. But you clambered aboard the train and got off at the next stop and the next and the next. And at every stop there was a something else; another something. But we did not stop you. We saw the integration taking place and we did not stop you. We saw the pain involved and we did not stop you. We did not call a halt. You did not say, enough already. Well, here we are now, not at the end of the road but at another way station. What have you found? Another place of unrest. You think but what is there that recommends life to me? And we have to answer, only you. You have to see within yourself your reason for coming, have to care enough to burden yourself and have to see the broader picture carrying down the road a host of generations.
(May, 1986)
The Road Hardly Ever Chosen
Philosophies are born to work
but only after the heart
decides that what has been
the dailyness is no longer tolerable.
The war begins somewhere
for the man in the street.
A rock is thrown
and mayhem results.
For one like me,
darkness was never preferable
but the Comforter was alerted
and chaos was averted,
allowing a life’s drama to unfold.
Wretched, gulping gasps
spilled life’s dogmas
over enameled surfaces
to display the rot
of the untenable, unable.
The mind’s search for the acceptable,
the palatable, began.
One does not assume
another man’s efforts
and be able to claim them.
Like a stretched out garment,
the fit is always questionable
It is not to be.
The garment one wears comfortably
as a final one must be
constructed in confrontation
of life’s ironies and indignities.
To insult the psyche no more,
it is not by error
is it called the hero’s journey.
Fortuitous it is when one chooses
the road hardly ever chosen.
June 14, 2014
art by Claudia Hallissey
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
There was a time,
however brief,
when the unthinkable
was avoided at all costs
and the unworkable
was left by the side of the road.
Nowhere could we say
that the heart was not involved;
but lost on us all
were reasons.
Now we wait.
The plough sits in the field
and the mountains
of caked thought grows higher.
Little did we know
Spirit would have us soar
had we been open and allowed
life to be felt, to be woven within us.
One does not wallow
in shales of misery,
coarsely chopped and pitted.
It is never too late,
for the vineyards wait
for the laborers
and they will be rewarded.
The coin of the day
will be the heart’s desires.
And angels will spur us on
to make up for lost time.
photo by Kathy Qualiana
(from The Farm)
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
When I ordered the bolt of burlap on the eve of my 83rd birthday, I wrote that I did not know what possessed me to do it. It seemed like the right thing to do. So I started working with it and did one wall quilt and then another and another. I am ‘at home’ working with this burlap. It feels right and I am amazed with what ease I do it. It is fun. The pieces come alive beneath my hands and I am all of a peace. I am putting this one up today as a break in my work of letters, and if you find one of them feels like the right one for you, please contact me. This one reads from an old favorite German fable ‘every year throughout the kingdom every tree blossomed and bore fruit on Christmas Eve.‘ If you click on it it will come full screen and details will be evident. The size is 24 by 17 inches. It is for sale for $75.00 plus $10.00 shipping.
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
There is always one relationship in any lifetime that becomes more than was ever hoped for. It stands as a beacon and throughout all life it is felt and tried as the perfection of what particular relationships should be.
It is to be kept in mind, when one wishes for a relationship to develop and it does not, no matter the effort or wishful thinking, simply because it cannot. At another time it already was and cannot be duplicated. This does not mean that another relationship cannot be fruitful. It does not mean it cannot be meaningful and rewarding. What it does mean is that in a certain place and time you were a someone you are not now. This new someone requires other than what was.
artwork by Claudia Hallissey
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
Cry, if you will but not for long.
Tears dampen the pillow
and confine the cold to the head.
Gone the days when romantic tears
were touched and dried
by the corner of a linen.
Today’s tears are great gulps
wrenched from the gut;
testifying to a technology
that bigger is better.
A lady, you, to swallow her tears.
But now we know that ulcers form
in the belly of unshed tears.
So rest easy.
Sleep will hollow the cloud,
giving comfort to infirm hearts
and in the pillow,
nested will be the lover.
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
The tide rises as high as the undercurrent pushes it.
When a philosophy is carved out of the heart, it upholds the body, the spirit and the mind.
Substitution can sometimes alleviate in the beginning and then incredibly become of itself the real thing.
One should not find the bed so comfortable that it is effort to get out.
The Heavens do not tread lightly on those places where a heavy foot is needed.
Where lessons need to be learned, it is not by coincidence that events multiply to drive
home the lessons without ceasing.
The collective I Am is the singular God.
It is of no use to still a mind which pushes and prods to perfection a soul having no other way to go but to ascend.
Perhaps we should not in this world of premature languages speak in other than the attitude of obeisance.
What you see is not what you get. What you get is what you see.
Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
