A time to weep; a time to laugh

When our cat died, we wept. We looked at each other differently, with more patience and not taking the other for granted, for about a week feeling her presence in her absence.

Eventually laughter returned. Whatever we learned, and will have to learn again with the next dying we face, laughter was no disrespect for her passing. The return of laughter was her gift of gratitude to us.


Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting. I look at this as a prose poem or aphorism.

Many Birds

Hints of Spring

When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.

I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.

This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?

PAST WINTRY PAIN
COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN
WE START AGAIN

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and to dVerse Haibun Monday.  Merril is hosting with the theme of March Madness.

Snowy Somewhere

Not Winter
Not Winter, More Like May

Hero’s Journey

 
Tame the Dragon tossed by Moon and Sun.
Flames of falsehood torch dried truth to ash.
Defend us from ourselves until you've won.
Stop the raging waves before we crash.

Flames of falsehood torch dried truth to ash.
Keep your soul prepared like a sharp sword.

Stop the raging waves before we crash.
Beware what glitters in the Dragon’s hoard.

Keep your soul prepared like a sharp sword.
Others braver than you fought but lost.
Beware what glitters in the Dragon’s hoard.
Gather only pain as worth the cost.

Others braver than you fought but lost.

Defend us from ourselves until you've won.
Gather only pain as worth the cost.

Tame the Dragon tossed by Moon and Sun.

Linked to dVerse Poetic Forms. Gina is hosting this month with the pantoum. The idea for this poem comes from M. Scott Peck’s Further Along the Road Less Traveled where he discusses “The Myth of the Hero”. Here is a quote from page 111-2:

The integration of our masculinity and our femininity is achieved very painfully. It is the struggle that the child goes through in the myth in the course of his or her growing up. But if we can go through this struggle of integration and learn how to approach the same problem with both our right brain and our left brain simultaneously, with both our masculinity and our femininity, then we too can be heroes. We too will be able to solve problems that the world has not yet been able to solve – a world that is desperately in need of heroes and solutions.

Winter Trees

Blame and Forgiveness

 
Although it’s faster to forget
And bury passing pain,
There’s much in blame that I regret.
The storm outside’s not over yet.
May clouds transform with rain.

I am hosting today at dVerse with the theme of blame and forgiveness, either or both, any form or no form, confessional or not. Come join us!

This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Eye Contact

Magic of Ordinary Things


They're in the shadow of my day,
Although if I but look around
And see them in the light they’ve found -
We share that one light in some way.
It’s just a shift, a step or two,
That lets me turn to look at you.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Gina is hosting with the theme of the magic of ordinary things.  Also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Morning Darkness
Morning Darkness

Tones and Textures


The tone of words one now cannot erase,
The texture of an isolated place,
The thoughts of cheer one thought one had before
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.

Rejoice. That promise heard about midnight
Was not a dream but dawning of new light.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme of “unusual tones and textures”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (WimzyGizmo) is hosting with the word “cheer”.

Moon in Blue Gray Sky

Waiting From a New Perspective

I’ve been to Gillson Park many times. It is on Lake Michigan and there is plenty of parking. It is a little far for me to bicycle, but it would not be impossible. What’s impossible is not what’s important. What’s important is that there is a park here at all and there is a beautiful lake that waits on it like a servant.

There's a haiku here
somewhere waiting for me
to try to find it.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “from an unusual angle”. Also linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Imelda is hosting.

Lake Michigan in Late November