Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.
I’m writing this for friends in Ukraine who had the option to leave Ukraine but stayed to help others. Heroic, loving and beautiful even as the cracks deepen.
I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.
BUT…
Something that helps so much is expression.
Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.
When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…
there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.
The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.
“Just living,” she frowned at the wrinkles etching her face.
“There’s no time left,” he drew a circle in the sand.
Both had seen so many sunsets they seemed to watch this one as if it were their last.
“You have to put in the numbers,” a little boy ran up with a stick.
The elderly couple watched as the boy made the circle into a clock.
“We still have a few more hours to play.” A little girl tried to sound very grown up through her lisp.
“Let’s build a castle with a moat.” Another grandchild had her shovel and bucket in tow.
“What a beautiful way to watch the sunset.” The grandmother’s face lit up like the dawn as the weight of time disappeared.
“Yes – together…” He lovingly grabbed her hand.
We live in times of uncertainty. Are we alone in this? No! We are not the only generation or time period that has more questions than answers. We must face challenges with strength not fear. Happy New Year.
Do you ever look at something you’ve archived? Whether a drawing, a painting, or a poem some are worth excavating. This is such a poem that has possibilities.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe