STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky
Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
On the Left Side of My Head
On the left side of my head, I turned my cheek.
Trying to kiss my lips, he landed on my ear.
That may have been the clue
we should have heeded.
The justice of the peace proclaimed the words
that turned me from girl to wife.
No skin off his nose; he was grinning,
likely imagining the awkward night to follow.
On the right side of my brain were enchanted
and magical thinking dreams.
On the left side of my life, I paid the price.
Being a wife did not bring a happy life.
My third eye was fixed on escape and liberation,
which finally arrived; o! merciful release!
The next man said "You've not been kissed
for a hundred years."
He said, "You came to me a virgin." It was true.
After that, left and right sides came together.
After that, when cage doors appeared,
I was a bird with eyes completely on the sky.
for Sanaa's challenge at Real Toads: to pen a poem in the style and format of Joseph Legaspi's poem "The Kisser's Handbook". Given my memory bank, this is what popped up. Nevertheless, I have remained a hopeless romantic all my life.
Instead of roses........
Instead of roses, bullets.
Instead of smiles, tears
that will never end.
Like September 11,
Valentine's Day
will never be the same.
We remember you.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
In Love With the Wild
My heart belongs to the wild.
My eyes make love to the shore.
As long as I can hear the waves,
I could not ask for more.
I fell in love with the sky.
I lost my heart to the trees,
and a small wolf pup
with a goofy grin
claimed the rest of me.
He awakened the wild in me.
I loved the wild in him.
He lives forever in my heart.
His memory will never dim.
The creatures of the earth,
its mountains, fields
and streams,
feed my hungry soul
and wander nightly
through my dreams.
As long as there is sky,
as long as there are trees,
I need little more than a roof
and a bed -
the wild's enough
for me.
for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Love
Sunday, February 10, 2019
GIFTS
Gratitude travels
from eyes to heart,
at the beauty I am seeing.
Memory rolls out
the long line of gifts
I have been given.
From way back then
to the wonder of now:
blessings.....
my spirit rising
in a prayer of thankfulness
to the All That Is.
Gratitude is my most constant feeling, these days and all my days. For Marian's prompt at Real Toads: Sensation.
Friday, February 8, 2019
In This One Moment
At the shore,
sandpipers picky-toe
along the sand,
then rise as a group,
flying off
when a loose dog
gets too near.
The song of the sea
swirls through my being,
like a lullaby,
a hymn,
a cry of freedom.
The waves roll out;
they roll in.
Forever
is happening
in this one moment.
for Karin's prompt at Real Toads: Finding a Moment
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Wolfsong
from deviant art
follow a raven
and find a wolf
hear her gobble-cry,
his soft whuff
up on the ridge
where wild grasses grow
they tarry to listen
while the west wind blows
the wolf sings out
when the full moon beams
hear his howl
threading through your dreams
out on the desert
before the dawn
you can look for his tracks
but he'll be gone
at the end of the trail
near the Joshua Tree
a big black wolf
waits for only me
one from 2012 to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United - great reading every Sunday morning.
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Zero Tolerance
My heart has zero tolerance
for social injustice,
abuse of animals and humans,
Zero tolerance
for wealthy psychopaths
who grin all the way to the bank,
while they destroy the planet for profit,
(whose?)
and
Writing a poem
feels like
emptying the plastic-choked ocean
with a teaspoon.
yet
One must do something,
when so much is wrong:
speak up at every level of governance:
municipal, provincial, national,
personal/political.
Apologize to fallen trees;
plant more.
Hope there is still a planet
to house them
when they grow.
Yes, it is discouraging. But the largest part of my inner make-up is hope, so I have to go on hoping, against the INSANITY that abounds everywhere right now. I have zero tolerance for it all. Yet somehow have to bridge daily peace and gratitude, and hopefulness, in the middle of it all.
for Susan's Midweek Motif at Poets United: Zero Tolerance. Pick any topic. I have zero tolerance for all the ways humankind gets it so wrong, when, given a little light, it could be so much better than it is. Society is very sick. It needs an intervention, starting right at the top. A good start would be the removal of the orange prez and his complicit cohorts.
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