May 11, 2013
Alone Together – For Mother’s Day
Oh, those early years when all my shyness wanted was to go home to you. You trusted me on sick days and walked miles on your lunch hour to bring me paper dolls and make sure I was safe.
I was the child you wanted me to be.
You gave me many gifts, like the gods and goddesses gave Pandora: a sense of beauty, charm, music, curiosity and persuasion. In particular there was a book, large and beautifully bound, its writing in columns and essence carved in wood.
You were as naïve as I was.
For it was also a box of unknowns, like Pandora’s, that unleashed more than either of us bargained for. I preferred the version of the myth that claimed good things were allowed to escape. All except for one.
We never lost hope.
You put the faraway in my hands, so how could I not want to go there? Of course, you meant for me to travel pages not miles.
You said you would never forgive me.
How many months we didn’t speak; how many years we paid dear for conversations in such different time zones, trying to being ordinary when it was all so impossible.
We were both alone with our mistakes.
I never thought it would be that difficult to be away from you. My youth was lost, not to romantic discontent but missing what was true.
How could you ever forgive me?
Perhaps you did a little. When you traveled as I did, because I did: over the sea, to another country, to places you had and hadn’t visited. You walked up the hill, heard your heels on the cobblestones and voices of the dead, inhaled the mist, saw the parsonage, the windswept trees and moors, and turned the pages back.
I didn’t see if you eyes sparkled, but I like to believe they did.
“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I’m going to tell it – but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Written for my mom on Mother’s Day,
Sunday May 12, 2013.
Blessings to all who nurture and care, love and forgive, and who never lose hope.
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May 5, 2013
Nature Insight: Bog Chorus (Repost)
The frogs are singing again, and as I haven’t come up with anything new this week, here is a timely repost!
If I could sing
all day, all night,
then being
nobody
would be alright.
If I could send
a clear high note,
then I might
keep my head
and heart afloat.
If I could be
content to bring
one more voice,
all might muse
a hope of spring.
I take a leap
though just a frog,
not for praise
but the mud
in my cool bog.
Inspired by the frogs singing in my vernal pond and Emily Dickinson’s poem:
And please check out Grace Pieces recent ‘re-write’ of this Emily Dickinson poem:
“I’m Somebody! Who Are You?”
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April 27, 2013
A Friendship with Forsythia
The forsythia flower
whatever
the weather,
slowly forms
to come forth
all-0f-a-sudden;
as well seen
faraway
as near.
The above image is a sample page from
my recently released
A Friendship with Flowers.
In the US, Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 12th. This book of my reflections and illustrations on flowers could be an everlasting bouquet to give to your mother, wife, sister, daughter, girl friend, or any woman who is special in your life.
It would make a perfect gift for any occasion for anyone who appreciates the beauty, wisdom and playfulness of flowers!
It is now available at amazon.com with free shipping. You can also preview more pages there. It can also be purchased and previewed at lulu.com.
Five Star Review by D. Bennison of Bennison Books:
This beautifully produced book will not be left on a bookshelf for long; and as if the exquisite paintings (you’ll never look at a dandelion in the same way again) are not more than enough in themselves, the author also includes her unique commentary on the natural world as she studies and interacts with it while coming to terms with an unspecified experience in her life.
This combination of artwork and poetic observation, that is both personal and universal, creates a unique alchemy that calms and comforts while still leaving open the essential mystery of the natural world and our place in it. Sometimes, the author seems to suggest, it’s OK for there to be no answers; there may be no pat solutions, but there are insights and realisations, looking back to move forward (This holy rose/is another reminder/of the summer past/and yet/to come…), and new ways of seeing things (I found the snow didn’t drop/from above/but sprung from below/to cover the ground…).
The illustrations and the accompanying poetry, which is controlled, understated and pared back, combine to create a companion book that will reveal a little more each time you dip into it; you will feel (to borrow the author’s words): here’s a friend/I just got to know — /suddenly,/by the roadside,/as I was going/nowhere.
This book also includes a detailed glossary listing all the flowers shown in the beautiful illustrations throughout the book. This glossary includes the everyday and Latin name of each flower plus brief information about its habitat and the time of year that you’ll be able to spot it (easily recognisable in real life from the painstaking accuracy of the artist’s depiction).
Here is a photo of one of the forsythia bushes in my yard, taken just this morning, a glorious spring day!
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April 24, 2013
Foxed mirrors
Reblogged from And if you ask:
Remember? The poet got up from his chair and struck the side of my head with his flat palm. A finger between the pages to keep his place. Poetry.
He tracked me through the bone-cold streets, his key soundless in the lock. Someone following -- because his eyes... something -- and a fist pounding on the door above a white cloud of jagged breath until I was let go.
April 21, 2013
To Give Hearts Ease
Look up, look down
for what is found
to ease the cares
and catch the tears:
little pansy,
Mary’s mourning
gave you color
but left you pure;
or, if you please,
to give hearts ease
like fairies dance
upon the sense
that renewal
is hope’s pupil.
Writer’s note: The violet/spring fairy in the center image at the top of the poem is one I have left from a series I made in the early 90′s.
Writer’s apology: To the blogs I follow – please accept my apologies for being behind on your posts. I just started a new ‘day’ job and am on the last stretch of the sequel I am writing to my novel, A House Near Luccoli (for which marketing endeavors take up a lot of my time, too). I know I am missing some wonderful writing, artwork, photography, and more, and hope to catch up as I can. Blessings to all.
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April 9, 2013
Written in the Stars
A secret I kept
with the stars overhead
and a friend not a friend
who stole me from you;
for I would’ve gone on
sitting there on damp grass,
amid lightning bugs,
and hope in the night;
not drinking the wine,
but knowing it flowed.
No secret it was
with the journeys I took
and a hope not a hope
that looked for each sign
as the music went on
and the show knew its end
of once-again love
unable to grow
by right of what was,
at last, only right.
That secret I keep
with you among the stars
and a heart not a heart
that begs me: forget
as, yet, I would go on
sitting there in your sight
with unspoken words
for stories to tell;
not meaning to lie,
just hiding the truth.
Written in the stars and, especially, for April 9, 2013
“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.”
― J.M. Barrie
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April 6, 2013
How to Handle Worry
It’s snowing!
April fools!
Though I’m not fooling
and not fooled;
anymore than the budding daffodils,
or the growing grass,
or the crocuses
already full-grown,
closed for warmth
and, maybe, so they won’t worry.
Writing note: I tell a lie – it isn’t snowing today, but it was April 1st, so posting a few days late. Actually, today is lovely: songbird sunny and pleasantly expectant. Hope it is for you, too.
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