The idea
like a shy child
peeks from around a corner
hoping you will notice it.
If you’re too busy to pay attention
it fades away and you are left
trying to find the picture you can’t
quite bring to mind.
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Twice this morning, while busy with something else, an idea fluttered up. Twice I thought, “Oh! That’s good. I must remember that!” and twice it disappeared into the ether. Darn. Darn.
We’re nestled here between the hills
protected from the harsh winds
warm and basking by the lake.
But you are bored,
you’re ready to escape,
to see what lies beyond the valley
and so we wave farewell
knowing after adventure,
home calls the blood.
Moon glow through our window
illuminates you, bestowing silver
ribbons upon your hills and valleys,
inviting me to stroll their glassy paths.
The moon insists on marking you
with her lunar kisses, and I will humour her,
for she is envious I share your pillow,
while she can only hold you from afar.
and so she searches in silence,
on tips of toes wanders
wakeful through the dark
thoughts
troubled determination
dragging her toward the
treasure
she will never find.
I know
wholeness
snapped pieces
knitting together
painful steps
I know
laughter
echoes of memory
wishing toward tomorrow
wanting it to be.
I know
potential
dreams bouncing
around halls and walls
I know.
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Today’s http://www.NaPoWriMo.net prompt was to write ‘what you know.’
It bides,
waiting out of sight.
It hides in
quivering leaf
tearful cheek
passionate heart.
It burrows
into dark places’
shines
with glorious abandon,
lingers, longing for you to see.
Poetry.
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Today’s http://www.napowrimo.net prompt is to address a poem or component of a poem. I think the goal is to use apostrophe, but that’s not what I ended up with. Will metaphor/personification do?
You and I are independent souls.
I move through the house;
You rest comfortably in contented sovereignty.
You do not need to dog my heels
to glorify each moment at my side
or expect me to worship at your feet.
You ignore me for hours,
sleeping in peaceful, self-sufficiency.
We are independent souls,
until the moment I step outside the door,
and calamity explodes in barks and whines.
It pants, scratches, and pees displeasure
at this, your desperate circumstance,
wailing at the injustice of loneliness,
vomiting up fathomless grief.
For the hours I am present, I do not exist;
for the hour I am absent, I make your world
a cavernous void.
Dog ironies
amid anxieties.
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OJ is not doing well since Dusty went to the Rainbow Bridge. We’ve tried swaddling as per Thundershirt. We’ve got the Rescue Remedy. He’s in his safe, contained space. We fill the Kong with goodness. Still the dog thinks the world is ending when I walk out the door. Got any other suggestions? Except a new dog companion. Hubby imagines a dog-free household in our near future. (I’m allergic to cats, so that’s not an option either).
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“The Light Returns” by Elaine Holmes
Charcoal on board 4X6 feet
From collection of J&S Bird
We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house. Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road. I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice. We’re delighted to own it! It just asked for its own poem. 🙂
Today’s sight
is a palette of black and white.
Today’s dichotomy
will be tomorrow’s
possibility
Shawn L. Bird 