You don’t need to run away
You don’t need to cry
Clouds will do that for you
Their tears trickle down in
a fine mist or
full fat drops
Wind blows them away
Pushes them onto the next
prairie or woodland
mountains or out to sea
the sun is allowed to shine
in skies clear and blue
or velvet black with
star shine and crescent moon
You don’t need to run away.
You don’t need to cry.
“My courage does not depend on the weather.”
~ Mary Anne Radmacher, author
Here I am
on a blank page
wondering
which words go together
too many words come at me
all at once
not blocked
merely too many good ideas
or were they really good?
or just a disparate word
scribbled on the page with
the oomph knocked out of it,
maybe even the why of it vanished.
“The clouds don’t overthink; they just drift.”
~ Avijeet Das, poet and writer
Did I write them down
words that blink
in phrases
in ideas
from nowhere
and everywhere
Disconnected
little stems
for story,
essay or
poetry.
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Little notebooks
on table and desk,
filled with notes
wise words
directions ~ how to shape ideas
notes to self
a grocery list for apples and oranges
bills to pay
phone numbers
dates from messages
Not as cluttered as my thoughts
~ but close
At least notebooks are solid
~ thoughts are thinner than the finest gauze.
“Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come
unsought for are are commonly the most valuable.”
~ Francis Bacon
(1561~1626)
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| May 30, 2024 |
How could I not get up and out
after all it’s not 30 below,
I have a beautiful pink umbrella
and a green rain jacket
but that may not be necessary
because snow is falling ~
melting before it hits the ground
sifting thro' waving green leaves
flat grey skies hover over the evening.
How could I not get up and out?!
“There should be a rule against your own inner monologue
throwing around that much sarcasm.”
~ Jim Butcher, Ghost Story
In the spaces between
family name
schools
group membership
we live alone
to know ourselves.
To belong to the wider world
fills us with vulnerability.
In groups of family or friends
we risk being lost.
Lost in
ideas,
opinions
beliefs
image
until we know that
belonging begins in
the silence of in-between.
“Longing, felt fully, carries us to belonging.”
~ Tara Brach, psychologist
one of those days
heavy
sluggish
With a to-do list
not so long
nothing earth shattering
clutter and numbers to deal with
But on one of these days
when I want to push it all aside
I begin with breakfast and a nap
‘til a fragile bit of energy
lets me address the numbers
the clutter much later …………
“The most radical act is sometimes to refuse to be hurried.”
~ Lawrence Nault, Canadian author and filmmaker
Furies of wind tossed
winter debris hither and yon
threatened to make kites
of dust covers
in yards and balconies
danced with branches
freed into airborne rain
new leaves opened
into the wet wildness
squirrels, cats and birds
abandoned sidewalks and trees
electric technologies snatched
into silent darkness
neighbours together-ed
for reassurance and laughter.
“Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild.
Tree: “I cannot leave this place.”
Wind: “Then let’s dance.”
~ Terri Guillemets, writer
Over the wires
Balcony cleared
~~~
Clouds gather
Yellow sky
Air smells of rain
~~~
Energy tightens
My body thrills
“Then the storm broke, and the dragons danced.”
~ George R.R. Martin, “Fire & Blood”
