05/19/08
I'm energy low.
Physical movement eludes.
Dream-time beckons me.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
In response to "Who are you?"
05/13/08
I'm so sad I just finished reading Foolsgold. I wanted it to last forever. It cracks me open. As I closed the book , I sighed and this came. I'm not sure it's finished, but I don't know what to do with it yet.
I miss the lapping of the sea on the shore. Licking at my wounds. Those places torn raw as my wild nature strains toward freedom. To fly free. To dance. To roar. To twirl under the heat of a tangerine sun. Free to flit about on the rush of moonlight kisses. Expanding, blending with the surge of life in every rock, flower and tree. Limitless. No boundaries. No poky sharp edges of good-girl containment. Free to breath you in, supported by the sigh. AHHHH, I settle in to the pulse. Earth rhythm beats my heart, takes my next breath, steps my foot forward toward myself. I loose the lie of "I" flowing with the current of "we", returned to the lapping of the sea on the shore.
I'm so sad I just finished reading Foolsgold. I wanted it to last forever. It cracks me open. As I closed the book , I sighed and this came. I'm not sure it's finished, but I don't know what to do with it yet.
I miss the lapping of the sea on the shore. Licking at my wounds. Those places torn raw as my wild nature strains toward freedom. To fly free. To dance. To roar. To twirl under the heat of a tangerine sun. Free to flit about on the rush of moonlight kisses. Expanding, blending with the surge of life in every rock, flower and tree. Limitless. No boundaries. No poky sharp edges of good-girl containment. Free to breath you in, supported by the sigh. AHHHH, I settle in to the pulse. Earth rhythm beats my heart, takes my next breath, steps my foot forward toward myself. I loose the lie of "I" flowing with the current of "we", returned to the lapping of the sea on the shore.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Haiku Four
04/29/08
I thought tomorrow was to be the day I'd give death to my last cat, who has cancer. This haiku came bubbling up through the tears. I found GREAT comfort from chapter 11 in Susan G. Wooldridge's book Foolsgold. She poetically speaks of her experience with her Father's death.
I'm broken hearted.
Grief filled assistance is near.
Fairwell sweet kitty.
The trip to the vet turned out to be minor surgery instead of death. The vet stated "She is still way to happy being with you, her body is still holding up and she is not in pain" Yippee, more snuggles and purrrr time.
I thought tomorrow was to be the day I'd give death to my last cat, who has cancer. This haiku came bubbling up through the tears. I found GREAT comfort from chapter 11 in Susan G. Wooldridge's book Foolsgold. She poetically speaks of her experience with her Father's death.
I'm broken hearted.
Grief filled assistance is near.
Fairwell sweet kitty.
The trip to the vet turned out to be minor surgery instead of death. The vet stated "She is still way to happy being with you, her body is still holding up and she is not in pain" Yippee, more snuggles and purrrr time.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Haiku number two
This is the second haiku with paper doll to follow.
I'm a river swift.
My emotions flowing strong.
Wash away the past.
I'm a river swift.
My emotions flowing strong.
Wash away the past.
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