Awakened by a crash just past midnight, I quickly realized my husband was not in bed and had fallen again. It’s the second time in two weeks. He couldn’t get back up.
Paramedics arrived within minutes. Three strapping men had him on his feet again in no time. He was jostled but okay.
I laid awake for hours.
It’s hard not to worry, focusing instead on the good.
This note is to myself. Encouragement to keep moving forward.
In illness, I am passenger –
no matter how venturous
mind’s reach, the raw truth
is that limitations confine
This is not a sentence
for some perceived crime,
but a re-framing – attitude
shifting to acceptance
Choice becomes thoughtful –
time allows for that now –
and gratitude takes hold
in every corner of “I can”.
(Art my own)
Cast my shadow over white banks
assert presence: proud, defiant
Will find beauty in deserted places
and colour in the monochrome
Haunted by a Winter state of mind
resolved to stretch despite chill.
(Image my creation)
Ingredients for despair –
illness, COVID, loss –
all meted…
Never did follow recipes
I see only openings
potential for enrichment
how the lens has power
to ruminate or celebrate
(Art my own)
This year the plague came
and I blamed the wind
for carrying destruction
and I blamed the sun
for its ineptitude
and the rain,
no friend of mine,
only served to drown
my expectations.
Lockdown
and social distance
masks and antiseptics
how was a soul
to survive?
Pushing 2020
out the door
certain relief
would follow
but change is not
a date on the calendar
a release of circumstance
I turned inward
faced the gloom
and found a spark
forgave the weather
the virus, the news
In 2021, I woke up…
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: I woke up in 2021… Image my ow
Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.
(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Woman who would picture
home an icy decay
is soon broken,
a fated fool,
she is always child.
Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.
Cite brilliant poetry
from gold air,
shred time,
post-needs cake,
naked thrush.
(Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)
Aging I am/Â but not without wisdom,
and disabled / and in more ways, not –
unreliability / the state of my body
trending / creativity
Escape is proposed / from this hindering attitude
my oozing scars / soothed with tenderness
beg a stand/ that revitalizes
discover determination/ I am evolving
This slumbering/ now awakening
has become impulsive/ suggests renewal;
need discipline / new boundaries
to quiet the pain / still, I thrive
I am whiny / pay it no attention
self-mothering / not selfish
counselling bedrest/ a healthy balance
prone to coddling/ this budding creativity
need to shake off/ revitalize
this disoriented/ clearing
weakened state – / altered strength
escape is proposed / certain.
(This week’s challenge is a wild card. Â The catch is to look back over recent postings and find the repetition, that becoming the prompt. Â I noticed a repetition of ‘age’ and recognize a need to revisit my attitude towards this inevitability, so I decided to select an old poem which illustrates the issue and readdress it. Â Left side of each line is the original poem: Proposal. Â Italicized endings are the new response. Image from personal collection.)
If eternity a breath,
I must smoke hard,
go fish a breeze.
Only son, the explorer,
always steel –
red, green are broken,
he puts those in cupcake.
(Thank you to Magnetic Poetry online for the words.)
The freedom to be unafraid,
even alone, connected
to a sense of purpose,
a trust in a higher being.
Never a thought given
to whether the attire is right,
hair just so, or whether or not
there’s enough money to live on.
Unfiltered honesty, a heart
full of wonder, a mind open
and eager to learn – will
unblemished by vanity.
Some call it naiveté
some call it innocence
I call it authenticity
this five-year-old sprite
whose simplicity of being
defies any other reality.
One Woman's Quest 