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Dance Anyway
I just had a birthday
but they say it’s been a year
so I am here
standing strong
a thumbs up and a cheer.
Fifteen years ago, I wrote an entry in my journal about turning 45. Soon afterward, I copied the pages and turned it into a piece of art. I painted a journal (the image is flat) then made it three-dimensional by coating a separate piece of card stock with gesso. I glued it so it would protrude from the canvas.
In the original journal, I wrote how, inside, I was the same person who played guitar at sunsets, had intimate conversations with perfect strangers, and questioned everything about life.
Today, I have more answers. But I will always question.
What I positively know to be true is this–a line from a song:
“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
I have seen His/Her face many times.
And for that, I am forever grateful.
And, as my 28 year-old son once said at the age of two,
“It’s not time to go home. It’s time to dance!”
And he said this when no music was playing. A lesson to live by.
The Waterfall’s Encore
I would loathe to be a waterfall
shed constant tears or’r worries wall
A heart of sadness would entail
a final curtain call
But I’d sit on top a streaming run
in early morn ‘fore day’s begun
to feel the soothing water flow
awaiting for the sun
Each day that passes I’d proudly stand
to watch the torrent, water fanned
and listen as it plays the tune
of nature’s gift well planned
But to live beneath the fountain’s pour
unbroken moments of encore
inhale the mist of motioned life
I’d want for nothing more
photo 1: credit by Jim Warren Art
photo 2: credit
photo 3: painted by self (after another artist who’s painting I unfortunately can’t locate to give due credit)
photo 4: credit
The Nestling
I woke to morn, mouth open wide
yet not in feathered bed
but in a nest atop a tree
and reaching toward the sky
Perched high from ground to take the fruit
wearing but my skin of birth
abrupt and swiftly wisdom flowed
awareness taking root
I wake to morn and wonder meaning
of a message kindly sent
by some wise spirit who had appeared
while I lay deftly dreaming.
(I sketched this the morning after so I would not forget)
So, you’ve made a mistake. Now what?
Do you wrap your shoulders in guilt?
Does it make you feel better?
Of course not.
You did what you did, but the moment has passed.
Perhaps it is regret that you are feeling.
Regret is better. It means you have taken that nugget,
examined it with neutral hands
and learned from it.
So, you wash your hands with compassionate soap
and remind yourself that you are not a fraud
but a human flawed
like everyone else.
Be brave and accept
being flawed only adds to your perfection.
Perpetual Motion
The world is round and I can’t stop rolling.
All I want to do is rest.
Risk anyway
It’s risky business, first learning to paint
being creative, letting go of restraint
who wouldn’t want to see two women chattin’
But maybe not Churchill
compressed in a wagon.
(a couple of my numerous early paintings)
daily word prompt: Risky
No Longer Can I Fill these Shoes
No longer can I fill these shoes.
Yet I remember a time
when the patent leather formed neatly around my feet
soft, worn, comfortable
Soles carefree and made of ease
durable for playing chase and hide and seek
or freeze tag in the dark
the lining soft enough for catching fireflies
and my parents goodnight kisses
The tips firm, protecting toes that so easily stumbled.
The heels perfectly made for scuffling
for dragging my feet when it suited
Shoes, easy to pull off for bedtime stories
and tuck-me-in time.
No longer do they fit, those shoes
Yet, it matters not.
I have merely grown into a larger size
the soul intact.
art by C. Dennis-Willingham
Concede to breathe
Quite the Keyboard
On a scale from from one to ten
where do you fit in?
On a scale from high to low
which direction do you go?
On a scale from left to right
undisturbed or too uptight?
On a scale from A to G
what matters is the harmony
Whatever range in which we fall
Quite the keyboard are we all!
Weekly photo challenge: SCALE
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 