To See Further

as the wind blows
as my story goes
people come
and others flow

through my pictures
in my dreams
just fleeting memories
so it seems

one yesterday
and another now
my losses strained
against furrowed brow

they keep adding up
to make me fall
they keep challenging life
leaving behind a dark pall

standing there
you were so strong
you'd gone before me
knew the sad song

grief enough 
to fill my head
you brushed me off
and smiled instead

with old gnarled hand
you reached to me
took up my burden
laid it aside gently

not near so bad
as it did feel
this too shall pass
with more feelings real

for many years 
you strode the path
looked death in the eye
feared not its wrath

but today you lost
your life so sweet
no goodbyes said
from across the street

how do we know 
when our time has come
can you make peace
before the reaper's last drum

Dear Larry is gone
but not forgot
his gift to me
to see further than one aught

the key

the key to my heart

returned too soon with remorse

a cold reminder

some things aren't as we dream them

metallic hope thrown away

too hot

flames lick 

hot thoughts prick

mud sticks

tonight

fire scores

no rest no more

smiles a chore

by its light

purge me

erase misery

a peace plea

burn bright

~

Visitors

birds in flocks arrive

banded visitors aplenty

abundant reasons

fair cedar waxwing

dining on crab apples fine

a gift of breakfast

my treat to spy you

regal birds so prolific

please return once more

this dance

swaying in time
these bodies united
a love that's sublime
thou not always abided

a look in those eyes
tender touches that match
who could possibly decry
their heart's song that attaches

two women together
embraced cheek to cheek
A beauty to behold
something we all seek

as an honoured guest
to witness, I felt blessed

♡♥♡

In "Can I Have This Dance", Anne Murray sings of a love profound that is felt in one's soul. It is a beautiful song, regardless of your love of her or a taste in country music. Plus it makes for a perfect song for a slow dance with that special someone.

This song was played at a dance I went to Saturday evening in association with the London Lesbian Film Festival. It was dedicated to a couple who were wed the previous week. It was beautiful to see the dance floor fill up with so many people and I was touched to be there. The song is still ringing in my head and the smile that it gave me on Saturday is still there at the thought of it. I guess I am just a sucker for love.

This sonnet was inspired by all the happiness and love that I was witness to that night. I hope you can find a measure of what these women exuded in your own life. If only we could all be so blessed...

♡♥♡

waiting

~

brown 

dead, barren 

waiting, waiting, waiting

for the sun's warm rays

spring

~

It's National Poetry Month. My children have both been exploring the nuances of poetry at school, which just tickles me. It has also amounted to a little creativity on my poetic part, as seen in this cinquain poem. Have you written any poems in National Poetry Month?

Flower

F

    ancy petals

L

    ittle waving heads

O

    pen to the sun

W

    aving in the breeze

E

    verywhere in spring

R

    enews my soul

sign of spring - hellebore

It's National Poetry Month. My children have both been exploring the nuances of poetry at school, which just tickles me. It also has amounted to some creativity on my poetic part, as seen in this acrostic poem. Have you written any poems in National Poetry Month?

Chocolate Fuelled Fun

one, two, three
come find me
coloured eggs a'plenty
behind the couch, over the entry
tucked into a lamp's smooth shade
over by the hand-knit brocade
find them all on an Easter crusade
the last one's found, they all hoorayed

Back to bed
all the adults said
No chance of that, I dread
it's time for fun
fuelled by chocolate eggs one by one
and kid chaos until they are all done...

It's National Poetry Month. My children have both been exploring the nuances of poetry at school, which just tickles me. It also has amounted to some creativity on my poetic part, as seen in this freestyle rhyming poem. Have you written any poems in National Poetry Month?

late winter

Sunshine fills my eyes

Sorely needed on this day

Stubborn winter sits

Blankets everything cold

Refuses the way to spring

~

rebirth

Flower

delicate, hesitant

growing, reaching, struggling
waiting for spring warmth
rebirth

Shadow Friend

Racing shadow friends

You hurry to toe the line
jumping jack
twisting back
on sunny days so fine

forever tied to me
a friend when none are found
quietly chasing me around
my joy to see

on the playground
at the park
the tiniest sliver leaves a mark
honestly, you do astound

my racing shadow friend

These shadows are a memory,
but today's sun made new shadow friends to play with

Affirmation

No slap on the wrist necessary. We are all fallible. Goal-setting is important, whether we reach the final mark or not. Sometimes we need to test things out before we figure out if it is a good fit or not. Or if our objective is even attainable.

Is my objective attainable? Well, with my attempt to write about What's On in London, the answer is possibly, but not probably I suppose. In theory it should be easy! I wrote articles for a client every Thursday highlighting what was going on around town, but I had it scheduled and, more importantly, charged for that service. I felt a certain level of responsibility to ensure that those posts went live when they were supposed to. 

As far as me writing them for myself and others here (for free), my will is slightly softer. I do want to do that, but life gets in the way. Paying clients come first. A given, as they help pay the bills. Children require a certain level of attention, as does my partner. I try to fit in personal goals, like hitting the gym, grocery shopping and occasional coffee dates with friends. My needs aren't high. But apparently neither is my drive.

So today I remind myself that - That is ok!

I can do whatever I set my mind to. If it doesn't get done today, maybe I'll do it tomorrow. Or maybe it's not worth doing at all...

~

a half-full jar

fills moments with joy and bliss

to balance sorrows

Winter Heart

Winter eyes can't always see them

winter gray blocks love from sight

winter days leave cold and lonely

a winter heart

that begs for light

♥

This time of year is so hard on my soul. When winter drags on for a lifetime of eternities, I struggle to see the spring light at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps that is why Valentine's Day is popped into February; to give a spot of love to winter-worn bodies that just need an ounce of warmth. Lucky me received a special gift of love from the lovely Sab at Sab's Soaps to make my Valentine's Day a little hotter for me and my special someone.
~
Thanks Sab! You have warmed my frozen soul!!!

This is love...

This is love...
   when your words don't try to ensnare me

This is love...
   when your actions hold my dreams securely

This is love...
   when your smile lifts me up from misery

This is love...
   when your tears covet my heart sincerely

This is love...
   when I no longer fear loss or fury

This is love...
   when I embrace tomorrow so sweetly

This is love...
   when we dream united of wrinkles serenely

and our hands clasp together

glued with sweat, tears and love

for all time
~

Frozen Heart

a heart cold as ice

suffers in winter's deep freeze

 may spring thaw its core

Summer's End

Forest walk
with an eye for colour
Look ye there
I see another!

Reds, yellows,
greens and brown
A rainbow amongst the trees
and all around.




Feathered friends
and furry ones too
There's lots of life left
Despite Autumn's hue.

Those fleeting rays of sunshine
we chase into the trees
Our false sense of summer;
a pleasure and a tease.

These days a memory
one to cherish true
as winter approaches close
and balmy days are wished adieu

The Making of a Beet Salad

Stir beets slow

rooaaasssstttttiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg

in oven Hot while

quinoa bubbles pop

don't stop until

a soft

com-

bin-

a-tion

they transform in

to

dinner salad

seasonal

delicacies

in tummies

yumm...

  Now, where did that chicken go?

Sunflower

cool breeze

autumn sneeze

breath torn asunder

at the end of summer

as a burnt umber face cries

to look at the skies

but all i can see

is the beginning of allergies

no cry for frost yet

i'll pay my dues, plenty wet

from the window seat indoors

with tissues & tinctures

and a memory of summer fun

and your beauty, hard won

Toad's Revenge

Cruelty to animals,

licking at their back?

Will he turn into prince so fine

or have jowls that just go slack?

The garden that he picked so fair

now inhabited by giants

that pluck his regal countenance

from quiet dreams in silence

Lo, the wrath he wrecks on those

who dare to look and see

This toady responds by releasing full

a bladder full of pee

Ewww,

toad pee!

on my hands

all over ME!

Shows you right 

for disturbing life

Revenge so fine

from our local wildlife

Wherefore Art Thou Spring?

Wherefore art thou Spring?

Snow has clung to the air

despite a change in calender

and no alter to the attire 

of mine

Search high and lo

and still the temperatures flow

below that damned zero

I whine...

But as every good Canadian knows

Mother Nature bends to no credos

despite pleading and heart-wrenched outflows

now consigned

Spring will arrive

all in good time to revive

our blessed souls once more to thrive

please be kind... 

~sunshine~