At first, resistance
Everyone I knew
Adores all those tunes
Which , in my mind
Trite, vacant, and “No”
Glad to say that’s wrong
Gritty dissonance
Akin to Dylan
The honest seeking
Within his lyrics
Brought out the sunlight
In this darkened world
Category: General Musing
The definition of “Athletic”
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
Feeding My Soul: A Haiku
Need to be thoughtful
About what I put into
My mind, my soul
I often put more thought into what I seed my body then what I feed my soul. Probably put more thought into my car’s gas, too. I know I need to change that. My soul’s nourishment becomes my attitude, my confidence, my actions.
Another meditation about depression
Depression
Dismantling me
From the inside out
It’s Morning
A sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist
Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”
Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.
‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.
My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.
Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.
I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty.
Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend.
On Writing
I entertained other paths
Other work
But this remains strong
I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear
Only I shall remain
Seattle’s Rain Has Returned
Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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Community’s Criticalness
We glorify
Independence
Yet it is imperfect.
Humanity needs
Community
Nothing more destructive
Than isolation
My Mind woke me
My mind waking me
So very much racing through
Still desire sleep
My mind can be quite creative in these odd hours. Often, though,my waking isn’t about creative expression rather regarding fear.