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Winter Wants The Mitten


More snow.  More cold.  More snow.  More cold.

 

WHAT WE IMAGED

WHAT WE IMAGED

Winter wants the Mitten

The Lower grabs the Upper

Pulls the weight of white starflakes

In perfect form down heavy to palm

 

The best to do is to roll to the center

A tight ball of the white chill

Fight it all out till the end

Lay your angel down in

 

Extended sweeps of arms

And legs, prostrate to the heavens

Better to pray for world peace

Than the hope of Winter’s end

 

There’s more than any of us need

In the slip and slide to where you

Want to go if you can get there

In the silence of the black and white

 

Winter wants the Mitten hard

Like I said.  best to roll to the center

Lay your angel down and pray

for Spring

 

 

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RESISTANCE


A prompt for the day from Laurie Wagner’s 27 days.  It is from an interview of hers with her friend Lisa Jones, author of the award-winning novel, Broken: a Love Story, a tale about Stanford Addison, a Northern Arapaho horse whisperer on the Wind River reservation in Wyoming.

Lisa speaks to the resistance that happens in the writing process.  As I imagine/see it, it can be resistance to any creative discipline.  It can simply be about being resistant to anything you desire to accomplish.  That resistance that happens when you wish to get something done, and avoidance rises up and chokes away any hope of getting to what you were on the edge of doing.

I let the feeling/thoughts of my own resistance sit with me this morning to see what words might roll and flow out of me.  This is what happened.

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A Pantoum about Resistance

 

I went to bed and woke up with resistance

There is little wonder of its insidious creep

It gets too much emotional time out of me

It is a fear that keeps me from the best of myself

 

There is little wonder of its insidious creep

The stop and go of resistance catches the breath

It is a fear that keeps me from the best of myself

There is an irresistible negative self fulfillment in it

 

The stop and go of resistance catches the breath

The very act of resisting it claws away at me

There is an irresistible negative self fulfillment in it

The only way out is letting it in in the do it anyway

 

The very act of resisting it claws away at me

I’m bleeding from the lash of resisting it or not

The only way out is letting it in in the do it anyway

The day can have me doing it scared or not

 

I’m bleeding from the lash of resisting it or not

It gets too much emotional time out of me

The day can have me doing it scared or not

I went to bed and woke up with resistance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Outta Here’ prompt #1


I joined a little group for 27 days of prompts.  This is the first prompt (in green) .  The poem below it is where it all took me.  It isn’t where I thought it would go and I let be.

“  Outta Here…

You know that feeling when you’re driving and you realize, My god, if I keep going, if I pass my own exit, I’ll be in Mexico by morning. They won’t even know I’m gone – it’ll take hours before anyone starts asking questions. New life, bring cash, get an apartment, better yet, a cottage behind someone’s house, keep a low profile, make up a new name, start over, begin again. Go. Write. Get off at the next exit. Where does your new life take you?”

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Outta here…

 

Outta here is a familiar road traveled

It’s been a run away that wasn’t always

Isn’t always about asphalt or some degraded

Back road lead by a compass to no-where-in particular

 

Outta here runs the emotional gambit

To an overwhelm that rises up and gasps

And grasps at the air for some leverage

How do you hold on to your breath and live?

 

Outta here leaves hurt hearts and confusion

A trip no one welcomes when the face of reality

Begs for clarity and a wonder of what wasn’t

Enough in the conversation that didn’t happen.

 

Outta here might allude to some sunny sky

And the wind catching in your hair just right

Or maybe the scenery makes no demands

Other than to consume it with your eyes

 

Outta here from where the starting place

Clawed for the ‘gotta get outta here right now’

With a slammed door or worse a silent exit

Has a short life of breeze and ease

 

Sooner or later the destination comes

And Outta Here is right here where you are

Where you’ve always been with yourself

And you didn’t get anywhere far or fast

 

Only a little while of false freedom

Cause you’re never free till your heart

Gives it truth and the Outta Here is

Always really about going In Here deep

 

Where you really wanted to go

And got all scared and worried

Imagining that the only way in was out

When the only way Outta here is In.

 

 

 

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Winter silence… haiku


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Flakes fall soft in breeze

Slow to find a place to rest

Winter loves his chill

 

Winter loves his chill

Let’s the Sun give His deceit

Blue and gloom collide

 

Blue and gloom collide

Chasing each other in season

Sharing the same sky

 

Sharing the same sky

Winter needs his gloom and blue

Keeps to silent rest

 

Keeps to silent rest

Deep in Earth renewal waits

Flakes fall soft in breeze

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Crystalline Bubbles in the Deep Freeze


 

IMG_3474The Winter Polar Vortex of Freezing bitter cold lays itself all over this land.  -35F.  The Sun rises in his betrayal happy to greet the day.  It is a betrayal I welcome for the blue that takes away the stark gloom of the blizzard.  The oxymoron of a frigid, Sunny day is this seasons delight.  The austerity is part of the ritual pattern.  I wanted to be creative since I had decided that I was going NO where in this brutal cold.  It was hard to know the length of the hold this freeze would have so this is what I did;

I made a soapy sauce for making bubbles to blow in this deep freeze, from dish soap, water, and a Tbl of maple syrup.   I made a  ‘wand’ from a two cheap bracelets found at World Market that I bent and plied together.  I wanted to see if the bubbles would crystalize when they hit the Arctic air.   I saw this process on FaceBook. Yes, FaceBook.  So many wonders and horrors can be found there.

It was irresistible.   I had to do it.  I have many pictures taken from my IPhone of the results of my Bubble making experience, going out in the frigid and trying to be quick to blow the bubble before it froze in the wand.  I had varied success.  Some of my photos are beautiful.  Really spectacular.  I could write a poem about all of them.  Maybe I will.  What a little book it would make.

I have shared a couple of these photos with you.  They are as they were photographed. I am amazed at the magic of them.  Please feel free to share them.  ANd… I invite you to try it yourself.

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Bubble Haiku

From hot breath blows cold

Crystalline orbs float freely

Bubbles greet the freeze

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“She’s tossing ice cubes in my fire”


“Cold wicked breath snaking around the house looking for a place to squeeze in and whisper something chilling to my soul. She takes me off guard sometimes, but I wait and fend her off with some good old fashioned heat saved up from my soul stoking it’s self. She is tossing Ice cubes in my fire.  She’s got nothing.”   Lynn Antisdel.

Thanks Lynn.  Love this.  These are such provocative images.  I am compelled to steal a line or two: make some piece of these images mine.

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Breath to me is a spiritual practice.  I don’t think of it as wicked. Tho, when I read these lines of Lynn’s, I get it.

I am provoked to imagine whose breath that might be that would sabotage the soul’s warmth. Where did come from?  And really, was it my breath that exhaled a moment of fear and insecurity that tried “to squeeze in and whisper something chilling to my soul”?  Taking me off guard from my center of love and joy.  From the center heat of me that knows the illusion and illusiveness of my fearful saboteurs that I let sneak in with an inhale and an extended exhale.

And it is within my practice of conscious breathing into each  moment that I give awareness to my ‘center’,  my soul, that place of peace and well being that reminds me the moment is exactly right and I am perfect in it.  Letting ‘some good old fashioned heat saved up from my soul stoking it’s self” to remember that.   Giving Care to my Soul with my breath and the heat of each moment being filled with creation and possibilities.

And here is where I will ‘steal’ the last lines.

 

She is tossing ice cubes in my fire

Melting herself into a puddle

Having given her breath away

Her remains goes back to the sea

To swim again deep and try again

To find her breath she will need to surface

Raise her head and heart to the Sun

Tread the water’s till she finds her wholeness

Cause right now… ‘she’s got nothing’.

She forgot she has everything.

 

 

 

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From the Pacific to the Great Lakes


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Serendipity finds the touch ancient familiar

Even in the not having made skin to skin

The familiar holds the magi’s stone vibrating

A long ago gives call to natures rising touch

 

There is no matter in how it goes or doesn’t

Way past that portal in the Awakening soul

There is a beyond yet seen by this mortal

For Earth’s call to life holds that mystery

 

And in the still of wondering of your vast Pacific

The shore that tides your here and now

The fresh lakes wrap around my mitten

Where the seasons beach upon my shores

 

Maybe touch will find us in the winter of our years

Or hold us up to the Light’s fantastic radiance

In the meet again of what we have always known

Holy is the wholeness or our wander here

 

Destiny lurks between our shores

 

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