I needed herbal tea and drank peppermint chamomile lemon ginger—aromas filled the afternoon
awakened this morning my head pounded with forgotten caffeine—I had neglected to include coffee
I needed to smell the coffee pot brewing– inhale the cup–cravings satisfied– snug, reblanketed
I wrote two blanket poems yesterday–one was depressing and the other too enigmatic, to put it kindly. This poem came to me spontaneously this morning as I waited for my caffeine to brew–along with a drawing to help the time pass more quickly.
A quadrille for dVerse, where Merril has given us the word blanket
move further away–
constellated skies, stories
embroidered in blue
the tides of
by manifestations of
ghost ships left unsailed
currents bridged between
helix twisted round itself–
For dVerse, a blue quadrille, hosted by Kim. The art is composed of two different painting experiments that accidentally fell on top of each other–I photographed them in a bunch of different ways, and added the blue with Photoshop.
Some call it
silly, the do or
do not, the
can’t name the fears that lead them
into the darkness—
unlearn what they have
bear with their
failures and then pass them on–
transform shadow to stars
Last fall a local non-profit arts organization showed all the “Star Wars” movies, in time sequence, once a week leading up to the release of the “last” episode in December. My younger daughter, a huge fan, convinced me to go with her–every week. Corny and unsophisticated, that first movie was–the only one I had seen multiple times, or in one case, at all–but there was something that grew on and pulled at me as the special effects grew more elaborate and the characters aged and became more intensely themselves.
There is a thin line between who we think we are and what life calls on us to be. And yet again and again many find a way to rise to the occasion.
My quadrille, for the dVerseword silly, hosted by Lillian, is composed of the thoughts of Yoda.
What ritual words should I offer to the absent moon’s shadow? A love potion that merges opposite energies into absolute stillness? A howl that resets the journey and flushes away the dark tides with glittering waves of stars?