looking back over the year
I marvel at the resolutions I’ve kept.
eat more chocolate: check
talk about joining a gym: check
laugh heartily at myself for talking about joining a gym: check
comment on the unseemly passing of time at least one million times: check
tell significant children in my life I can’t believe how much they’ve grown then grimace as I remember how much I HATED that: check
promise myself I’ll eat healthier tomorrow: check.
And now I’m driving, pondering if it’s even remotely possible to improve this list, but all I’m hearing are the wheels turning.
you got me again you re-indefatigable resolutionary revolutions you.
then my coffee spilt as I hit that bump darn it.
I was hoping I could stop missing you…
The words of sages
supposedly wise supposedly.
Ancient repackaged as new.
The air choking with nuances amiss and/or askew,
complacencing my view.
The forest floor
thickening under my feet
as I run. (Is this running?
maybe walking. maybe crawling.
maybe breathlessly clawing.)
folding me in
until I’m sure I can’t be folded
Cutting in all those places
I don’t want to be cut.
Living in hope
of being taken out of this drawer
and being in the understanding.
in the unfolding…
the scroll and the screen
the drip from the downdream
picking right in my mainstream.
the gasp (of suscitation)
Did I mention I love snow?
- Praying and wishing you moments, and more, of peace and beauty this holiday season (without any nasty plot twists at the end) from a very grateful heart.
Well Blogosphere, you never cease to amaze me. Yesterday I was surprised by the honour of being nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Georgia Park. I can’t express how humbled I feel that this one came from someone with such obvious talent and such an inspiring story. Thank you Georgia. Really…
And I’m on vacation right now, visiting in-laws and only using my pretty crappy little phone (please don’t try to avenge that comment, phone), so this will be rather no frills, shall we say.
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that Nirvana room in my spirit opened today. I still love this.
so who turned it over
this un snow globe of ours?
is this up?
under the boat
i ponder when the air will run out
i ponder where the air actually is
this friend/foe shield of my likely imagining
protecting me from what?
the water around us
you replaced it long ago.
up through the water,
I watch from the dinghy,
shifting my weight,
the water heaving beneath
as you swim
by air flecks of non snow –
music bubbles I reach up
to release those pleas for you
to open your hand…
O write us some air
you’re the prism one
refract us a dream tonight
for we’re all in the mood
for Heal’s melody
and you’ve got us feeling
“They I said it wouldn’t happen again,
a sight not to be seen for another __ years.
“My ears filling with expert voices
trapping the scurrying feelings
insecting in the inescaping
infecting the elucidating”
nourishing the swell
between us –
your eyes telling me
under the indiscriminate trees.
Which are as beautiful within the flood as without.
smiling in the sudden illumination…
pixellating away from the edges.
edging my mind’s frayed seams.
of your pixels
seamfully inside mind’s frays.