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.
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
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.
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.
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.