Wednesday, March 30, 2022

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.

Monday, March 28, 2022

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…




Friday, March 25, 2022

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









Thursday, March 24, 2022

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 



Monday, March 21, 2022

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 

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

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







Friday, March 11, 2022

Flights ~ 63: Other Voices

 


63:

Other Voices

Coming through 

Lightning 

In my throat 

No words

Surface 

No words

Betrayed 

Us

Again

Thursday, March 10, 2022

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 

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

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 

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

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


Thursday, March 3, 2022

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