So true, regardless of our personal pain, our struggles, our anxieties….still the birdsong fills the air, the flowers reach for the sun, and hide their petals from the moon, and all the sprites and fairies flock to remind us that pain is our human companion. We were born in pain. Pain is that which keeps our focus off lethargy, and juxtaposes beautifully when it subsides, and leaves a brief respite of joy or happiness.
I titled your haiku, Rosesong. I posted it on FFTR. Then I hunted for an image. I found a stunning one, but I did not realize until I reprinted the jpg on my site that it probably is a photo and etching on a tombstone. Death and life intertwined inexplicably. I considered striking the image, for fear it might bring down your poetic high, but then the more I stared at it, the more I liked its duality and symbolism. Hope you can dig it in the spirit it was gathered.
Gosh, I don’t mean to be a comments hog, but I wanted to announce that over on Rick Mobb’s blogsite, he has announced that his #1 son, Jason has started a blog of his own called WILL SCARLET’S FEUD. He will be amassing stories for a collaborative storybook too, mostly stories that were pulled out of personal experience, like the dog shooting incident you have here, Janet. So when any of your poets and bloggers get a mo, stop over to MINE ENEMY GROWS OLDER, and click on Rick’s link to Jason’s blog in the sun.
“Love Never Dies”, that is cool. I probably should have title your haiku that rather than Rosesong. We all hope things are going well as you and Scot complete the task of compiling and dispensing. We do miss you, and we send parcels of white light to keep the fibromyalgia under control. Hope that you resurface soon, refreshed and eager for more feedback and fellowship.
Go read it. Its from something Andrew Joran (never heard of him before this wrote) in a piece called “The Emergency”, which….
….. “originally appeared as a limited-circulation chapbook from Velocities press (2002) and was subsequently published in Andrew Joron’s collection of poetry, Fathom (Black Square Editions, 2003), and in The Cry At Zero: Selected Prose (Counterpath Press, 2007). “
Coming up on five weeks now, Janet. We are all hoping things are progressing well with the cataloging and distribution of her things; that and your health is holding out. Sometimes when you get too much stress and activity your particular process can flare up. I think about you several times a week. Prayers and white light are headed our direction just as many times, or more.
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
My soul laid bare ..tread lightly, please ;>
This is where I plan to bare my soul for all the world to see - warts and all. I plan on letting it all hang out here, so to speak, not knowing exactly what direction it may take, but I hope you're along for the ride. If you are, you'll be respected and valued here for your poetic sensibilities. We can explore the content of our hearts and intricate workings of our minds, together. But above all else, I declare this place a safe haven from the slings and arrows of life that may be bent on foisting themselves in our general direction, seeking to strip all heart-felt and pithy profundities from our poetic souls. Mercy! Do I hear an Amen?! :>
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