Dear World

[image from NASA]

Dear World,

Have I told you,

lately,

that

I love you?

The Wild Woman Boogie

[image from google, myspace.com]

Wild Woman
watches the Cars movie
with two year old Sebastian.

The sound track
is songs from the 60's,
Back in the Day.

Wild Woman's Head
begins to bob,
then to head-bang.
(ouch!)
She starts to boogie.

Sebastian cackles.

Wild Woman
hasnt felt this groovy
in a long time.

[image from google clipart]

Sad Ghost, Sad Dreamer

In dream,
your ghost-self
wandered all forlorn,
your spirit broken,
looking everywhere for me.

I placed my hand
on your head
the way I always did,
spoke gently,
tried to break your
apathy,
your lostness,
uncertain, even,
that I was me.

It broke my heart
to see you
so bereaved and blue,
like you are missing me
as much as I am missing you.

Winged Dryad

[Death of a Mermaid image from the internet

posted for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Picture Prompt Friday
Reposted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry February 2, 2014] 

She bursts out of the sea

a winged dryad
in the foam,
her gown
all the colors
of the ocean
that's her home.

Seahorses
cascading

from her
seaweed-laden hair,

she rides waves
outlined in beauty
 by the luminescence

there.

Her home is a cavern

below the coral reefs,

her bed a captain's cabin

in a ship that never sleeps.

She dines daintily with  whales,

plankton and krill from their baleen,

a shared feast of tiny edibles

 on leaves

of darkest green.

When lungs grow tight

that's when you'll see her,

looking like a wave,

her wings

faintly visible,
face beautiful
and grave.

She flings herself onto the rocks,

draws back

in sinuous dance,

under a silvery midnight sky,

her mournful song

perchance

remembering

 a time Before
that stopped too soon,
and she wont be back
until the next
full moon.

She sails away
 on a ghost ship
with an emerald-laden mast.
As the golden sunset
takes her in,

she slips into
the past.

A Celebration of Ghouls

[image from google - nyczombiecrawl.com]

[My son Siddhartha sent me an email yesterday that had me laughing out loud. He is so hilarious - at the same time what he says holds so much truth, I pay attention. Here are some quotes. (He told me I can blog it.)]

Hi Mom,

Thanks for calling! It's always great to talk to a human being!


I'm thinking about applying for a job at  a huge CD store on Robson Street. I'm pretty sure they'd love to hire me, even though I'm becoming quite eccentric. According to "Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior", which you gave me for my birthday (I love it!), Outrageousness is (I think they say) one of the disciplines! It sure is enjoyable, anyway!


Did I tell you about my trip to the PNE? It was mostly great, especially at first, and then later, after I got my 'Twilight Ride Pass'. But I had some difficult spiritual revelations, too. Have you ever really listened to a large crowd? They sound like a pack of beasts! (Jesus must be appalled!) Also, I saw a little girl waving her hand on the Carousel, and I realised that she was acting like I would like to - very vibrant! But then I realised that if I acted that way, I would get killed! t

Then I came to the conclusion that there's no way to get through this life without experiencing agony!  It plunged me into a nightmare!  It seemed like I was surrounded by a pack of celebrating ghouls!  I'm still recovering from that one! 

But one positive thing: I refrained from smoking for five or six hours (at the PNE)! It felt really good! I really hope to quit soon!


In fact, I've thrown away I think three full packs recently. That feels great too! It's also teaching me that buying cigarettes is a total waste of money. Dear Mother, let me never buy another pack! If I do, I'll throw it away, too! Good-bye, cigarettes!


I'm also having trouble with the hard-heartedness of the world lately.


Oh, listen to this quote. It's a Native North American Proverb:


'Of all the trails that there are in this life,
There is only one that is worthwhile-
It is the trail of a true human being.'


Isn't that beautiful?  Did you know that the movie, 'Dances with Wolves' is based on a novel of the same name? I started to read it a long time ago, but I got scared by the description of the white men and sent it back to the library! I'll have to get it again! It must be wonderful!


You know, as I force myself to become more mindful of smoking, it is really starting to bother me. Before I threw away that first pack, I got really upset. But then, after I threw it away, I felt great. It's just that after you go a while without smoking, you run into a somewhat difficult situation. I don't think I get cravings, but a certain difficulty does arise. I think if I can get past that, I may be home free! My soul feels so clean after I quit! In fact, I'm going to have one more now, then throw the rest in the trash!


Wish me good fortune, Sweetie!


Siddhartha Marr.
PS- Why don't you call me 'Siddhartha' from now on? I love you!


[See kids? Isn't he the most hilarious, lovable creature ever?  I am so lucky to be his mom!]

Space Junk

[image courtesy of NASA]

I see  the NASA scientists have issued a warning about the growing amount of human-made debris circling our planet. They say it is an increasing threat to space activities. (Of course that is the human viewpoint: how it impacts humans - the same humans who made the mess in the first place.) My sympathies are with the planet itself, and the atmosphere.

It is "a growing environmental problem," says Nicholas Johnson, chief scientist and program manager for orbital debris at NASA, in Houston, Texas.

The source is National Geographic News at http://www.news.nationalgeographic.com/

As if it isn't bad enough that we have ravaged the planet,  created an even more alarming mass of floating junk in the ocean, and messed with the weather to the point where natural disasters are occuring all over the planet.

Humans and Stuff.

Sigh.

Sunflower

posted for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank : sunflowers

Her round baby face

was my sunshine

when she was two.

She shone golden

as the sun

as up she grew.

But then came
years of tears
and betrayed heart
and betrayed trust,
as she sought love

the way true seekers

always must.


We both love sunflowers

for their brightness

and their shine,
and how they dare
to dream the heavens
as they climb.


There is no happy ending,
just our lives,
flowing through
the ups and downs

that oh so slowly

make us wise.

But her voice has
laughter in it,
these days,
when I call,
for she found
the  love
she had been
seeking,
learned
to trust it,
after all,
slowly
opening her heart
the way
a sunflower
gently lets
each
golden petal
fall.