Sad News

My goodness, what a sad loss to the WP community.
How truly blessed, to have crossed cyber paths with such a wonderful person. RIP 🌸

Poesy plus Polemics

It is with deep regret that I to have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi.  He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly.

He began this blog as a creative outlet and as a way of sharing his poetry. He never imagined it would develop such a large following, and the overwhelming support he received from this community touched him deeply.  On behalf of our entire family, thank you.

We are proud of the legacy of words he left behind.

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Scrambling…

say no to clowns

through her mind’s thesaurus

she searched for other words for her wrists, singed

her edges smouldering, smoke fringed

internal edges, that is.

Scrambling through the messages in his eyes

he finds the one he wants to send her, hopefully

she’ll read it without doubt, earnestly

not doubting him, that is.

The other he, she should be doubting

he holds that glass, sun’s rays re routing

to warm her, that is

what he’s always told her…

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by your side

It is July 4th today. Well, it’s almost over. It was July 4th today. And in honour of the day, for the sake of my American husband, I ate a brownie earlier. Being the natural health girl I am, it was a gluten, dairy and sugar free brownie. And by jove, if it was not delicious. Yep. Not delicious. BUT, after I had lathered it in maple syrup and fresh cream, it was heavenly. While downing it with a delicious coffee. Also filled with cream.

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just a moment/lifetime

beautiful bloom blooming blossom
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His breathing, stopped, he found it. Four dimensionally, he opened it.
Its fragility stunned his eyes with convoluted memory tears, while his new inhalations syphoned the colours from the pages – colours that would help him navigate the convolutions –

that’s when he noticed some words were underlined.  She had underlined them! But the ones left untouched – he smiled – they were the portal.

 

knitting season

 

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the air has turned cold.
my thoughts turning, unfold
and you turn,

as I’m tugging
on the ontological thread
that glistens in the tread
of your psyche.

the air has turned night
and this thread
warms me alive.

 

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rightly

and wrongly, adroitly

and strongly, we

belong but perfectly

in weakly

 

O poor Heart

lay your weary ears down

and tilt emptied ducts

to be awash with Inchoate

and swell with a different song

 

 

 

 

“in a daylight bath”

She hadn’t heard the song in a very long time.
Nor the memories.
They had been wrapped. Sound proof-ed-ly. He had helped her, while they had sat on her empty floor, lit by a perpetually coloured dusk light through her only circular window (or maybe it was the wine they shared.  Its name was her favourite poem about life at the time, something that would make her cringe now the wrapping was peeling back…
“Sweet Bitch”!
That was it.
She did cringe – what a horrible poet she must have been!)

And now, astonished at this unwrapped dust falling through her fingers, she blew it away gently, and bought a bottle of wine.
And replayed the song.

this is not about clowns

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So here’s a thing, our lives have taken an interesting turn because of a cancer scare for my husband. He has had pancreatitis for years, and we were told a long time ago, he most likely will be a candidate for cancer at some point. Now he has growths in his pancreas. One is not currently cancerous, we are hopefully finding out more soon about the other one. We are remaining optimistic at this point. But they are large growths and one of them is in an inconvenient place and we will still have to make decisions on what to do about them.

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fading, jading, it’s all about aiding

I watched the news on tv tonight, which I haven’t done in a while, and every time I watch or read the news, it reminds me why I don’t watch or read the news. (And that it’s getting harder to get up off the floor from the fetal position…)

And as much as the internet frustrates me at times, I would like to thank it for this friendly reminder today. And being the responsible citizen I am, I thought I’d remind you too. I’m kind of hoping this is the solution we keep overlooking.