Renewed

Suspense holds its breath 

until, gasping for air,

great gulps of passion

fill heart and lungs

for life’s next steps.

“The moment seems endless, but it was probably only half that.”

~ Steve Toltz, A Fraction of the Whole

A Masquerade

Anxiety leaps and foams into white water, churning over rocks and branches, 

submerged and hidden from view, no direction but to escape.

Anxiety, like a trickster, 

seems to sparkle with energy

then dips and dives into the murk below disguising itself as passion gone awry

Anxiety coils itself tightly

oozing its way from deep inside

scraping nerve endings raw

masquerading as impending doom or death

Anxiety shaken loose

with a passion to be free

settles reluctantly into calm waters

washing away its sticky mask of fear.

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; 

the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”

~ Plato

Alternative Medicine

Poetry ~ calligraphy from the soul of romance and love,

jazzy storied expressions of life from top hatted crows dipping and diving,

grey skies sodden with sadness

rumbling with grief,

brilliant balloons and soap-bubbles popping with joy and laughter ~

passionate plucking of heartstrings preventing emotional rust and decay.

“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.”

~ Gustave Flaubert

Redecorating

Poetry ~ calligraphy from the soul

Anxiety leaps and foams into white water

Suspense holds its breath until gasping for air

Something’s different but not amiss

Intuition’s ideas percolate and bubble

Outlandish stitches of colours and shapes

Never-ending rolls of beauty and form.

“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”

~ Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Tenancy

Air heavy ~

thick with heat.

Ripening fruit

a soft round ledge

for a smart fly

seeking shelter

before nourishment.

“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”

~ William Shakespeare, Sonnets

Hanging Out to Dry

Plastic bags

protect the food that

nourishes our bodies

until plastic begins to destroy

links in the food chain.

“It’s when plastic takes on a life of its own 

that the food chain will be disrupted.”

~ Anthony T. Hincks

Qualities of A Sunday

On the ferry home to Victoria tonight

Sunday has a certain special quality that requires regular maintenance. For each of us they will be different. But here are a few that we dedicated ourselves to this Sunday: (‘We’ being Jason and I - Corette took the morning off in gentle repose and Jeff had activities involving hair to cut and a squash tournament to be played.)

1. Up early to enjoy the day
2. Stay in pj’s
3. Watch a movie (today - Indiana Jones and Raiders of the Lost Ark)
4. Out to breakfast with friends - Dim sum at the Pink Pearl Chinese Restaurant in Vancouver
5. Another movie - (this afternoon - Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom)

In between that very laborious schedule of activities, Jason made cabbage rolls some of which came home with me tonight.  It would have been a great beach day, but there was not enough time between our breakfast and my bus time for my return to Victoria. Nourishment has been my theme this month, and I do believe my shared activities have absolutely fit the bill!

“Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort.”

~ John Ruskin