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~

Silent Saturday

Swimming in the last few drops of
yesterday's sweet suns
squeezed from your skins
stamped from your hearth
as I greedily swill you
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Aye, you bring me Saturday night
through the eyes of my clear
Sauvignon Blanc, I see
yesterday,
  days long gone...

Evenings I stood twitching,
shivering in prayers
and short skirts
for late night smiles
from last minute hopefuls.

As the "LAST CALL"
peal was rung,
the rueful cabby
swung (as I still clung)
round to meet us.

He always done drag us off
more often than not
single and three sheets gone
what a loss
(not), I'm afraid.

No thoughts to tomorrow,
painful and vague,
from those ill-conceived concoctions
drunk in earnest
far from sane

Did they ever truly present
sweet dreams or even slim chance
of pleasant tomorrows?
Or rather misty moments lost in time
and willingly forgotten in tonight's
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A New Day | A Writer's Take

I have been writing and publishing posts at a New Day for four years now. In fact, this month I will celebrate my fourth anniversary of calling this cherished blog home. It has been a source for deep emotions, plenty of poetry and more than a tale or two. In the last 10 months though (truly more like 7), I have created a new space for my creativity. While I will always know that it was via this blog, and my experiences here, that I was able to forge a new direction in life, namely that of Freelance Writer, I have desired a new outlet for my writing. "A New Day" will always be home to my poetry, but "A Writer's Take" embraces my new career aspirations and offers support to other writers out in the blogosphere. If you haven't had a chance to stop by, I would love it if you did!

Today though, I wanted to share a special article that I posted over at "A Writer's Take". It is hard not to have themes run throughout both blogs, as they are written by the same author (me!), but this post speaks of the beginning of this very blog. I think it does a far cry better job of describing how "A New Day" came to be than any of my first posts that I published here. Do me a favour and take a peek at A New Day | A Writer's Take and leave me a comment to let me know that you stopped by.

And thank you for being along for the ride. You are my strength, my tools and my sunsets, for today is a new day...

The Wild Side

A day of rest? 

bah!

Lou Reed keeps me company

as I scour corners,

cleanse counters

and discover dark niches 

that never see the light of day

All while the dishwasher washes,

washer & dryers spin

and I play dervish

with the vacuum hose

and iron will to sanitize this home

Sunday,

bloody Sunday

good for nothing or

built for everything good

the house of the lord 

never holds dust

so today

I 

must be one step closer 

to God

hey babe

take a walk on the wild side

and as I try to remember where 

the mop I'm sure I own lives

this feels like

my version of a walk

on the wild side

look at that kat 

go, go, go...

doo, di doo, di doo, doo didoo, doo...

storm

holding on.
holding on..
holding on...

  hold on
the storm's not over yet
you have to hold on to faith
that it won't last forever
  hold on