Saved By A Bear

 

The Bear lives

Out of

Hibernation 

Moments 

Lived 

Out loud 

Now 

And ever more

A toothier grin

Meets and greets

All who enter 

This circle 

All

Who dangle 

Carrots 

All who chose to toy

With 

This 

Newly Crowned 

Mother 

Who knew having a breakthrough in therapy would help me kick into high gear with reparenting myself. 

Discovery of a life lived according to how I treat myself, instead of how I try not to impact upon others. 

I take care, and give, according to my needs, squelching that never ending feeling of emptiness & hunger. 

The Mother Bear is the default setting and filter that all must pass through now.

Fried Chicken Escape

 

Auto door closes. I had to go! I put the kitty litter in a bag, then in a box, and then another bag still. It should travel well…

I got a cool greeting and a “I’ll be right back”… 

No where to go.

Would it have been different within the worlds of comradery?

All would’ve had to been rolled right back…

To the beginning.

Sleeping on the floor, with everything I could grab… in a plastic bag…

The igloos embrace was more palatable.

Out of the frying pan 

As the saying goes 

Tick tock 

Big Ben rings…

Where did they go? 

Where are they?

Two months, bleeds into a shopping trip…

I think I know why you came back with only a bucket.

I left the same day.

Cards on the table.

Babe

Only names names.

I see you, and now you know what I saw.

Even if memory never serves you after this point.

History was written on that day.

And then, and again. 

None of us knew how we fit in.

To your Fried Chicken Escape.

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It’s not like I woke up this morning, thinking, let’s write about something painful… I think I was 27…

Tapping Trees~ Not What You Think

 It’s Maple Sugar Season in my mind… 

And as writing goes

Someone had turned the tap on

Full throttle 

And two new collections of poems 

Are being birthed

One about my “Inner Child”

Called “My Little Shadow”

And one about Trees

Called “I Spoke To Trees”

BUT!!!

Before we go there…

Let’s do more from “Flights”

66:

Waking up 

In a maze

Where

Is the way back

The way

Any way

Relief 

A path 

Some progress 

And rest

Once I’m 

Home

Out of 

The cocoon 

And fly

So far away

Flights~ 64: Some of the Answers

 

64: Some of the Answers 

Hey V

You had no idea

What 

Lay beneath 

In every layer 

In all our heads

As you sang

And road along

Sometimes in reverse 

Friends and Fae

Family and 

The occasional stray

Questions 

Whether 

You will have 

All of the questions 

And some of the answers 

I Miss Being Disgusting

There were moments 

Earlier on

When the thought 

And thoughts 

Of cross 

Breeding 

Touches

From areas of trash

Spoiled bits

Staining 

And grit

Would have 

Had me

Leaving trails

Of dust

Of

May very own 

I trained 

I fought 

I got through 

Without loosing a finger 

Or two

And now

Well 

The training was new

But the theories 

Were not

For now

Not for naught

Still 

Burning

And lighting 

Pain of thought 

Through 

All

Of the wet to dry

Chemical sifting 

And placing items

This way 

Not that

Under cover and overloaded

Never blindly handling

This torque 

In ‘havior 

Has trellised 

An invasive vine

Truly 

Unruly 

Embeddedly 

Into my broken soul

I miss being disgusting 

Sleeping Giants

 

Sleeping Giants 

At the end of the bed

Understandings

And 

Covers

Mud and Bone

Morning light

Brings 

This Bird’s song 

Breathe 

Breakfast 

Before the day 

Truly 

And 

Unruly 

Begins

To begin

Rested

In the cupcake appetizer 

And arrested 

In the widths 

And breadths

Of 

Heavy Blankets 

Of notions 

Commotions 

And held back emotions 

I sit

On memory 

Foam

I Stand Like A Broken Cookie

 

There is

An easy bake

Answer

Frostings 

Glamour 

And crunchy 

Toppings 

Masterful 

Ingredients 

Nutrition 

In theory 

As I crumble 

As we chew

As existence 

Butters us up

To take us down 

I am 

Handed 

Something 

Shiny

Delectable armor 

Radical shields 

Impenetrable 

Intrepid 

Unwieldy 

As it may be

I can carry

In black and white

In

High contrast 

This sustainable

Capable  

Energy 

Even as

My cookie 

Crumbles  

I Stand

Flights ~ 63: Other Voices

 

63:

Other Voices

Coming through 

Lightning 

In my throat 

No words

Surface 

No words

Betrayed 

Us

Again

Flights ~ 62: Pebbles

 

62: Pebbles 

I look at you

Sweet pebbles 

As you dance

In your rush

Past my feet

Awash 

In the waves

That remove

All

Chances 

Of us meeting again 

I will

Remember you 

May not have 

Memorized

Our

Whole 

Connection 

Never the less

I found you 

Beautiful 

Flights~ 61:

Made the mistake of watching the news this morning… we have snow coming today… I just wanted the local weather… 

Ugh… grey skies, cold, gloom… war… that’s the forecast…

 61:

Whittled 

You

Down 

To less than 

Love

Less than

Life 

Less than 

Able to 

Make even a tiny

Warble

Of a hint

Of vibration 

Tumbled

Piece 

Of sea glass 

Never 

Sharp

Again 

Guest Room Progress! Almost Done!

 

Here we see the real progress… 

A project begun in November… 

The goal to have a real guest room!

The need really presented itself last fall

With pandemic issues rising 

And the possibility of needing to quarantine 

Apart

To try to control both of us becoming ill

At the same time 

A bummer at anytime 

Pandemic or not

And the end of the scramble 

If a real guest room is needed 

When everything gets back to normal-ish

Shockingly we were able to source a bed frame 

And mattress 

For around 500 dollars 

It wasn’t in the budget 

But neither is one of us giving up 

Sleeping for a possible 2 week quarantine 

Even the few nights of mask up and sleep separate 

Until an official test can be scheduled…

Home tests have helped…

But if a positive result… 

A cozy exile is a comfort 

Just knowing that you will rest fully 

And obviously it’s working 

For our Skellifriend

This desky -dressing table 

Will soon be filled with 

Supplies 

Everything one could want or need

For a cozy self-care space…

And the details 

Sconce from a yard sale

I took an old lampshade 

And strung some wire

Clipping on some butterflies…

Faux Ivy 

Use some twine wrapped wire to give it structure 

The effect is 

Dare I say

Chef’s kiss

I’m debating the layout of the pictures

Most of this arrangement 

Had been there 

In this rooms 

Previous set up as our Snug

And maybe hanging some plants is happening…

The last corner to be done…

Board games 

Waiting for their place 

On a shelf in the closet 

And the extra linens…

Maybe to take a place in the closet as well…

I put together this little chandelier yesterday 

It originally was for two tea lights…

So I clipped out the bits of wire for the candles 

And it made plenty of room for this hanging bulb

Pendant assembly that I picked up 

At Michael’s years back…

Lil Kits portrait really needs a frame… 

The new chandelier 

Sheds a nice light on him though…

What do you think? 

I’m really basking in the fact that some efforts 

Are finally looking like progress is being made!

Feels like it’s taken forever…

And the office!

Still a bit of stuff hanging about

And adjustments 

To be made

But it is functioning!

Really hoping to have this all super close to done 

And dusted

Before outdoor chores begin…

Getting really excited about being able to get

Stuck into the chainsaw pruning jobs

And move more mulch!!!

Oh! And the YouTube channel is at 100 subscribers!

I’m so excited!!!!

I’m going to put a bit of a room tour for the guest room 

On the next video! 

Until then I’m resting after being on my feet too much yesterday… heating pad and all…

More poetry tomorrow… cheers!

~J

Flights- 60:

 

60:

Maps

To my heart

Buried 

With the treasure 

They lead to

Unholy 

To forgive 

Unhinged 

With regret

Needing 

Guidance 

With fortifications 

Left to build 

A house of cards

In a stiff breeze 

Under rock

Rocking

Battlements 

Always 

Under fire

For hunting 

Bounty 

Is capital 

And a crown