Saturday, February 17, 2018

Trees Remind Us






Trees remind us 
That we are smaller
Than our creator 
And this knowledge
Lets us breath more easily,
Knowing that we are not 
God and do not need
To pretend we are. 



Trees remind us 
That no matter 
How the wind blows 
And the rain comes down
We can still stand strong
Even if we have lost 
All of our bloom.



Trees are the lions 
Of the forest
Who rule with majesty
The elephants 
Who remember everything
And the defenders
Of our air and earth. 




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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Dusk's Last Song


There is a time
Right before night
When the sun hangs
Barely in sight.


 When you feel a 
Sense of new hope
That no matter 
The odds, you can cope.



During dusk's last song,
The soft sky of blue
Reaches out and
Envelopes you.



I hope you enjoyed this poem. I think that dusk is my favourite time of day. It is not quite dark outside and the whole world has a romantic mood to it. I love the light and the way everything looks interesting and intense! These pictures were taken on my walk tonight. What is your favourite time of day? Talk to me below! 

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Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Hoping She Never Went Away



I owned a cat who loved to roam
 She'd run and hide and jump and play
But one sad night it all went wrong.

I called and called for her come
And get some food without delay
Hoping she wasn't really gone.

Before this cat was even grown
We grew to love her funny ways
But one sad night it all went wrong.




For weeks, I sobbed and cried alone
Missing my friend who did not stay
Hoping she wasn't really gone.


We looked for her around our home
We searched the forest and prayed and prayed
Trying to right the night gone wrong.




She's been gone for far too long
I wish that I could hear her song
But one sad night it all went wrong
It's hard to believe she's really gone.



When you first lose someone, you cannot believe they are gone from this earth. I remember feeling this way when I lost my Mom. Sometimes it never completely goes away, although our logical mind accepts reality. 

I wrote this week's poem about my sweet kitty, Shiloh, who went missing eighteen months ago. We still don't know what happened to her, despite a massive search effort.


Her name means "peace," and she truly brought peace into our home. Her best friend, Grey Eye, misses her, too. The pain felt fresh today when my Google Photos feed brought pictures up of her from two years ago.

I know true animal lovers will understand the ache of missing a furred friend. This poem is for the animal lovers and for the grieving today. My prayers go out tonight for anyone who can't believe their loved one is really gone. 

This week's piece is written in the villanelle form and is meant to almost like a haunting melody that repeats itself. I first ran across this form of poetry in university, loved it, and thought it would be appropriate for my feelings about Shiloh, which I can never truly go away.



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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Winter Comes





Winter comes, even
When we are not ready 
A cruel shock 
After summer's 
Delights.   


Winter comes overnight
An unwanted guest
With white robes and
An unfriendly 
Tone.



Winter comes at the end
Of life's cycle
A time of rest before
Another season of growth
Begins.



Winter comes without fail
To each of us
We can learn her
Stern lessons or resent her
 Cold ways.



Winter comes with a
Promise: clean snow
Covering each branch and inch
Offering redemption.
A fresh start.




Winter comes and is followed
By spring, summer, fall
It won't last forever
So succumb to its 
Thrall. 




As a Canadian enduring the third month of another long winter, I wrote this poem about the mixed emotions this season brings up in me.  Thanks so much for reading and I would delight in hearing your comments (or verses!) below.

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