Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Ingrained in methis flighteye on the futurethe periphery closing in. Husband urges meforward, but wherethis road leadsI do not know Connected to selfopen, escaping intothe vast expansebecoming fluidalive, nurtured I have been spit outby life so often,taught to be taut,it’s hard to plunge,let go of the pastand just swim. (Submitting for my weekly challenge: peripheral. […]
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Oil glistenscontaminatesdrinking water250 evacuated 25 years ofboil-water advisoryan elder recitesand now this We’re not animals,adolescents rallybut ears turn awaygovernment wheels rust Neskantaga First Nationwant to go hometo live with dignityknow their human rights Do they know a .05% increasein corporate taxeswould suffice For the 73%of First Nationsalso lackingthis basic need AcknowledgeprioritizeaddressIt’s all they ask. (Written […]
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Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.
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Water flows, and my mind wanders, relinquishing thoughts and worries. Water flows, and I surrender to the blessing of life’s journey. Water flows, and I acknowledge the fluidity of emotions, change. Water flows, and I experience the continuum of life’s cycles. (It is Springtime here in SW Ontario, and this is the first morning since […]
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Lead the children to the waters’ edge, let spirits that dwell there enchant, sun glistening on star-filled eyes….. teach the essence of dolphin breathing, the presence of manna, how to question roots and behold miracles of fish that fly and colours that shimmer below the surface, and sons that walk on water – there are […]
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(Inspired by Steve Still Standing‘s “An Exercise in Poetic Styles”) Even the river bleeds – fiery frigid essence – earth’s watery voice. *** It is the river that calls, waters flowing through my veins and I am the banks steadfast in my holding the razor sharp edges like liquid steel eroding my earthen postures, challenging the […]
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Death came for me in that year of awakening before numbers doubled and puberty banished autonomy – it knocked. Peace accompanied certainty as I lay, motionless in the water’s depths, surprised at the absence of panic, of struggle, a resigned surrender overtaking me. Light beckoned and a harmonic chorus, like the whisper of angels intoned […]
Read MoreThe ocean calls in so many indescribable ways: Elan Mudrow has captured its pull so wonderfully in this magnificent poem:
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Bring the children to the waters’ edge, let spirits that dwell there enchant, sun glistening on star-filled eyes….. teach the essence of dolphin breathing, the presence of manna, how to question roots and behold miracles of fish that fly and colours that shimmer below the surface, and sons that walk on water – there are […]
Read MoreSuddenly, with great clarity, I realized that this was the end. I was about to die. Summer holidays, when I was a kid, always started with swimming lessons. Looking back I must have been a sight on those early mornings, trudging up the hill to the public pool in my swim suit, my long unwieldy […]
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