Tag Archives: Gratitude

Swimming Ducks

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Across the street. Madison, WI 8/30/18

Oh sweltering morning, your humid heat consumes
Beads of sweat rolling freely down spine

The daily ritual rising up into awareness

Taking over movement

Succumbing to habit

I swear it wasn’t I, Mother Earth of the divine!

Salty tears sapping spirit and drowning body

Compressing focus

Missed opportunities of silence

Some might spend their days in wonder

Of the sky and the trails ablaze above

In my place, I’ll be down at the bottom
Of the puddles, as ducks swim overhead

I am grateful for the sun ❤
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Office Lights

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City Street At Night Wallpaper Desktop Background by Stina Haglundh

 

In the dark of night, the city burned

Lamp haze illuminating out towards alleys and their mysterious corners,

Ordinary objects of notice depending on circumstance

Lining the drive forward one beacon after another

 

The car encapsulating our secret, you distant

Yellow windows arranged into faces peered down and I just kept thinking,

“how many of those poor lonely bastards are still caged in their towers?”

Whether intentionally or not

 

It was at this moment that my voice betrayed me

Completely consumed by the lit geometry of society

I didn’t feel your attention, didn’t hear your question

But there I was replying to something worth answering

“I hate it here.”

 

The last word trailing off into the hum of the car engine

Shadowy fingers of night reaching out and grabbing any response given,

I found myself silenced in the despair of confusion

Bewildered by my bizarre state-of-being

 

You kept driving to the center of everything

The weight of your hesitation creeping over the center console,

Isolating my thoughts to focus on sensing rather than seeing

As we always tend to do

 

Eyes glued to the graveled shoulder of pavement

Never daring to confirm if you were still in the car with me,

Knowing and questioning through the silence

Feeling insecure and lost in the absence

Thinking back, I’m not sure where I meant by ‘here’

The metropolis mirroring my favorites of experience,

Chicago, New York, Dublin, Miami

Visions design a conglomerate of what it is and what I’d like it to be

 

Claiming architect to discern the meaning, if any

Retelling the story as if there’s supposed to be an epiphany,

Over and over the memories tickle reasoning

As flashes of office lights dance behind my eyes

 

I am grateful for car rides ❤

The Fancy Pears – New Music Video

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My band released a video yesterday for our song ‘Field of Hearts.’ This was such a fun experience, we recorded all of it at Olin Park in Madison, Wisconsin. I learned a lot about videography and editing, including how awkward it is to be on camera…hellooooo close-ups!! But overall, I am so proud to have been apart of this project and I’m grateful for all of the help we received in making it possible.

The inspiration behind the story might be interesting to some of my long-term WordPress friends, we loosely based the idea from a piece I wrote and published on here March 31, 2013: Muse Writer – The Queen of Hearts

Looking back now, I posted this three years prior to the day that The Fancy Pears played our first show at the High Noon Saloon in Madison and almost four years prior from the present. Crazy how everything seems to come full circle!

mind Over matter

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It pours

in and out of consciousness

As I float in the world

of imagination

Where hearts beat

as one in the collective

Accumulating experience of

feelings to differentiate

Determination brings thoughts

closer to the surface

Where they trail out of mouth

and into the heavens

 

and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it

 

Knowing only self and what

I have witnessed

Trying to relate with that

knowledge and gain

some understanding

Of what it means to be

HUMAN

All of this in one

form of interaction of

opening soul up to

Anyone searching…?

Active listeners who

appreciate the intensity

Of another without

the employment of taking

each gift and knowingly unwrapping

Choosing to discard rather

than salvage it

 

and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it

 

Just a simple task of

mind Over matter

 

 

I am grateful for The Fancy Pears ❤

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Weight

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There is only a slight difference

In countenance, as we continue

The sentences that build up

This conversation

As I tell myself it’s only

A hesitant sideways glance that

offers no room for notice,

Or mention, of opinion that the

current moment in time

Weighs more than the last

 

I am grateful for heavy lifting ❤

Monthly Archives: July 2014

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JUL29

Knock

Posted on July 29, 2014 by 
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock…

The repetitive banging
Off-beat but continuously striking
“Wake up!” it says
But I always assume that
it’s all about me

I lay here questioning the urgency
A message to me, to you,
to everybody, the universe
A slew of emotions
tumbling topsy turvy
Penetrating my thoughts and
giving voices to the faces

A conversation of unimportant
sentences that are completely unassociated with anything
worthy of interest
To me, there I go again

The hammering slows as
laughter flows in through
the basement window
Intermixed within the jovial chirping
of the sparrows
Happily munching on the seed
I just purchased

The sWOosh of each car that passes
A different noise adding to
the consistent nonsense draining
my awareness
Proclaiming innocent happiness
Unknowing that not everyone
feels the same

JUL13

Uninhabitable Hollows

Posted on July 13, 2014 by 
Everyone is asleep
While I find solace in
this empty closet
Sitting on the floor
comfortable and writing
Absently twirling a wayward strand
and chewing on bottom lip
These habitual reminders that
we never really change
(Except maybe our levels of
awareness and perception;
intuition?)
We all sometimes feel the
embarrassment from judgement
Thoughts that solidify
forming concrete structures in
our minds
Uninhabitable geometric spaces
that appear empty and dark
Some days I want to bulldoze
the whole city down
But as they say, the sun
always shines after the night
Illuminating these hollows
within our minds
Power igniting to imagine
new beginnings
Replacing each structure with
rows of flowering trees
Thoughts that I find now as my
hands dig through the soil
to plant the seeds
Preparing myself for future
times of solitude
Just like this
Where I can spend these
precious moments
Smelling the flowers and
enjoying the beauty
Instead of closing in and
retreating to the stories that
never end

JUL9

“Gas $3.89/gal”

Posted on July 9, 2014 by 


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Two pages;
The realization that
the end is near
How bittersweet, the
emotional response to
my awareness
The first writing, not
too similar to my
practices of today
“4/24/12”
An entry to begin and to
witness a life of change,
Titled: “Gas $3.89/gal

JUL7

I Sleep

Posted on July 7, 2014 by 


I Sleep

The unpredictable scenario of

scattered checkered boxes of

trees, crops, houses, roads, cities

Every outline seen as a view into the life below

With the imperfect slices of bodies of water

Curvy strands branched out across

the land

Until meeting together in

lakes, ponds, rivers, sounds, oceans

Changing quickly underneath

Unnoticed, as the attention to detail is not as focused

Other senses claiming victor of the current state

of flight;

of mind

A journey in the night, wandering

above treetops, and

whatever else

is stumbling about

Companions to a lonely beast

Hungry for the instinct to keep

flying forward;

or right to left,

sky to ground,

Skimming the surface of one of the

random pools of water;

mirroring the sky,

silver from the darkness

reflecting the moon above

To get a quick drink, or a delicious

bite to eat

Maybe chance a glance at the

furry face in front of me

Slightly distorted by the motion

from the ups and downs

Feeling the touch of sustenance

sliding over nose

Cool, the wetness leaving a residual glove

until air has wiped it away

Lifting up, mouth full and

body light in contentment

the steady push of cold air gliding over

eyes, nose, mouth, ears, tongue

Sucking in the fresh air forcing

its way into lungs

A numbing embrace of throat

to help concentrate the breath

Until wings become heavily satisfied with

the path of flight

Slowly making way to cave or tree

Watching sunrise morning after each evening

then hiding from the vulnerabilities

of the day

When the rest of the world

explores the places that I’ve seen,

I sleep.

 

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I am a Person

Posted on July 1, 2014 by 
Titles and labels

Insignificant one or two word liners

that create six faces of intolerance

 

“Who are you?’ they ask

when “What do you do?”

is more applicable

 

I am a Writer

I am a Woman

I am a Liberal

I am an American

 

How appropriate each response

seems to fit into each individual’s ideal, those

digging for classifications so easy to understand

Can we be so conveniently defined?

 

I am ME

does that count?

 

I am Nobody

According to the other unknowns who

consider their days worthless

without the comparison to a

him or her

 

I shed these definitions like

a snake, picking up and eating the scattered

bits and pieces of debris falling off

Just a common creature

vulnerable to attack or

persuaded to defend,

if necessary

 

I am a Person

Living in a world of other people

Focusing on the similarities

of love and compassion

Instead of the boundaries

of differences to hate

 

I am Human

Who are you?

Porcelain Darling

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Enchanted Doll by Marina Bychkova

Do you see me,

As I would

Like to believe I am

Or, as a porcelain darling

Unrecognizable to

Responsibility?

Offering nothing

Redeemable of

Deserving appreciation

 

As I continue my days

Feeling phased out

Of connecting with

the personified

corporation of

egotistical Sirs-in-training

who smile broadly

at pretty faces while

building glass ceilings

for anyone other than

themselves

 

So I politely fill

My role as I’m supposed

To, smiling widely

At those surrounding as

The power hungry

Continue eating all of

Our worth

I forfeit the games

if only to survive

 

I am grateful for experience ❤