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Find the Direction
Who Knows the Truth, I Ask You
The vastness of the wheat in field
rich soil lays beneath?
No, Layer upon layers splay
To cover up the heath.
Who knows the truth I ask of you
Profound, I tell you this!
Uncovered, unexpected,
Lies a masquerade of bliss.
-CDW
(if these words sound familiar it’s because I posted it a while back and not because it’s a famous poem 🙂 )
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The Good Thing about “Meh” Posts
Yesterday was a “meh” post day for me – a cute puppy and an attempt at a witty daily word prompt.
The good thing about a “meh” post is thinking about it.
So, today, learning the new prompt, I thought more about puppies and remembered something. Something I was told and continue to love.
A few weeks after a friend’s beloved dog died, he had a dream. In the dream, “Max,” Ethan’s Cocker Spaniel, came to visit and spoke to him.
Ethan said, “Max, I didn’t know you could talk.”
“Of course we can,” he said. “We’re just not supposed to show it.”
“Well, what do you do all day?” Ethan asked.
“Oh, I sit at the feet of God.”
Ethan said, “What does that feel like?”
“Well, you know how when you yawn and, when the yawn’s over, how good it feels? It’s like that.”
I love this dream.
So I wonder if the God in Ethan’s dream is surrounded by a zoo of deceased and beloved pets, all yawning with contentment. I hope so. It’s a beautiful image.
Thinking of you sweet Lizzy and Luther.
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Sisters of Mercy
Oh the sisters of mercy,
they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort
and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them,
you who’ve been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything
that you cannot control.
It begins with your family,
but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging,
I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy,
your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
Well they lay down beside me,
I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes
and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf
that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping,
I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights,
you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous
if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right.
–beautifully written by Leonard Cohen
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What Grown-ups Forget
Sad, isn’t it?
What?
They’ve forgotten.
Yes. Very sad. Because they’re not elephants.
Huh?
Elephants never forget. They even teach their babies how to play in the mud. Elephant babies are lucky.
My parents always tell me to stop playing in sludge. I tell them that mud is not sludge. I tell them it’s magic fudge.
I like that, magic fudge. How could grown-ups forget how good it feels when it squishes between your toes and oozes between your fingers?
It’s like The Little Prince said – “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”
Yes. And “only children know what they are looking for.”
Will we be like them when we grow up?
Who’s growing up?
daily word prompt-Â Sludge
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Toothless in a Fur Coat
Hardly Saddler’s rolled up his wagon, pitched a tent and started up his Medicine Show. He told us about his elixirs and about how, if we bought them, they could treat most of our ailments. If he had an elixir for meanness, I would have bought a bottle right then and there, mixed it into a Pearl beer and taken it straight home to Dad.
Hardley Saddler had all kinds of shows to see and games to play. One of them was a contest to see who could hammer their one big nail the fastest into the wooden board. This contest was only open to girls, since there were other contests open for boys.
“Hey, look who’s enterin’ the contest,” Dorothy says , spitting a watermelon seed at my face. I spit one back and see Aunt Nolie and Genevieve, Dorothy’s sister, step up to the boards.
Besides Aunt Nolie and Genevieve, there were five other ladies lined up at the board. The whistle blew and there they were, those gals pounding their nails in such a hurry you would have thought they were putting up a church roof to keep Jesus dry before a storm. We were all cheering and a hollering for our favorite girl and wouldn’t you know it? I was still picturing Freezer’s eyeballs twitching and Aunt Nolie hammering something else.
Aunt Nolie got real close to winning, her face just dripping with girl sweat. But Genevieve slammed that nail in quicker than a racehorse coming out the gate.
After Genevieve was declared the winner, I couldn’t believe what the first prize was. Genevieve had won herself a brand new, over-the-knee fur coat. Even the folks who had rooted for someone else to win were hooting and clapping that at least one person in Rotan owned a new fur coat.
The next morning  peeked out the window and saw Lottie, Genevieve’s mother, standing outside her cabin, a cigarette dangling from her bottom lip, her bare feet in the snow. She looked over and waved to me like she does every morning. But on this particular day, she waved like she was the Queen of England except she was wearing nothing but a toothless grin and a brand new over-the-knee fur coat.
Ain’t that a pisser?
A true story from No Hill for a Stepper.
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To Ask for Help
The inside of your mind is torn
you ache for someone’s guidance
yet thrusted hand keeps them away
retained, a thunderous silence
Problems stem from holding back
and keeping troubles bound
The tigers growl, the gators snap
the lions, they surround
Isn’t is a comfort, though
to feel a warming hand
rest softly on your shoulder, stilled,
a yearn without demand?
To ask for help, there’s nothing wrong
seek others for direction
in grief or pain or lover’s quarrel
or self-imposed rejection
Why hold fast those troubled woes?
Let others help unleash
the honks of monsters, a demons fear,
a sorrow, then released
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It Began as a Stroll
It began as a stroll
both hand in hand
until she said no,
taking a stand
He turned to her face
and yelled some rude words
She knew right away
the man was absurd
Confident now
about the division
she strutted away
and praised her decision
Painting by CD-W
daily word prompt:Â Strut
Companionship
They were lucky to be neighbors, but happier to be best friends.
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt:Â neighbors.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 