Celebrating National Poetry Month

In honour of National Poetry Month I thought I would contribute a couple of poems I have written as well as one that never ceases to move me emotionally. (National Poetry Month was introduced in 1966 to increase awareness of poetry in the U.S., and Canadians have celebrated since 1999)

Concrete Spirit - LC

 

This city is mine

November barren

grey and white

flecked with green and red streetlights

 

Its flatness is mine

out office tower windows

miles of horizon

small boxes puffing in the winter chill

 

The empty streets are mine

as people crowd inside skywalks

timid human hamsters daunted by the cold

I stubbornly stroll the sidewalks

                                claiming the bleakness as my own

 

This silent night is mine

tree skeleton shadows dancing on my bedroom ceiling

I lie exposed

warm in my solitude

 

This city is mine

It has a beating heart, but beats alone

you have to listen

to find its soul...

 

 Vagabond Dreamer - LC

My vagabond dreamer

drives through the night

I map his progress

golden push pins

in a map stapled to my wall

tracing his journey

 

Cell phone speak

Scattered sentences

I place them carefully back together

while I lay beneath my sheets

holding tightly to his words

because they’re all I have

 

The intangible him

is always here

traveling through my thoughts

a ghostly mist

of man and memory

Any form brings comfort

 

Another call

Another town

Another gold pin

 

If I squint in the darkness

they twinkle like stars

reflecting the streetlight outside

I drift to sleep

in my private celestial universe

dreaming of the vagabond

and me...

 

 

High Flight – John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air...

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark or even eagle flew --

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning 50

 As I enter into my 50^th year on this earth I have been reflecting on the past. It is something that came to me in the middle of the night a few weeks ago when I couldn’t sleep. (Which, unfortunately, is one of the side-effects of aging that I don’t particularly enjoy)

I have not been dreading turning 50, just like I didn’t dread turning 40. Forty was one of the best years of my life because I deliberately focused on embracing it – aging is inevitable. Denying or dreading it would waste time.

Random things that floated through my mind included the following:

FRIENDSHIPS

The friendships that have developed throughout my life have changed as I’ve gotten older. I used to have many close friends whom I saw on a regular basis. I now have many acquaintances whom I see from time to time, and a smaller number of closer friends I keep in touch with, sometimes only by text or email, at least a couple times a week.

I’ve gravitated to those people who accept me and all my little flaws, who don’t care about my long list of idiosyncrasies, who don’t judge me and who can laugh with me (and sometimes at me) about the simplest of things. Life is too short to waste trying to impress other people. I can honestly say that I have some amazing people I call friends.

CAREER

When I was younger I often worried about where my career was going to take me. I had lofty dreams of what I considered awesome career paths – some of which included physiotherapist, engineer, teacher and writer.  My actual career path took quite a different direction.  Most of the jobs I held I almost “lucked into” by being in the right place at the right time as well as knowing the right person.  I know by having a number of different careers/jobs that I won’t be experiencing  “Freedom55”.  I will likely be working right into my late 60’s. Unless I win the lottery I have to be OK with that.

RELATIONSHIPS

Part of the reason I will be working into my 60’s (or later) is divorce. I’m pretty sure it set me back at least 10 years financially.  That said I am confident that I am in a good place. This just feels right. I have had a few serious relationships in my life. None of them comes close to what I currently have.

And that brings me to…

LOVE

I have searched for love all of my life. I have found it. I can’t put into words except to say I have never been happier, that I would be lost without him, that I look forward to beginning every day with him, and closing my eyes each night knowing that he is with me.

RAISING A FAMILY

I have come to the conclusion that raising a family has been the single most rewarding, and frustrating, experience in my life. I love my children and if I had to live my life over again…I would do exactly the same thing, because that chain of events brought me my two boys. I could not imagine my life without them in it.

LOSS

As I get older I am faced with loss more often than I’ve ever been. At the end of 2013 I lost an uncle, a cousin and her unborn child within two weeks of each other. Granted I was not extremely close to them – they all lived a province or more away - but they were family. And last month I lost my grandmother, Mummu, my last living grandparent. With each phone call I move one step closer to my own mortality. I think this is the one thing that stands out as I get older.  
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Overall I am basically the same person I’ve always been. I have a few more aches and pains and I take longer to heal up when I get hurt. I would still be lost without books and music in my life. I love being a mom and I love being a soulmate. I also love people not believing that I am 50. It tells me that I am doing something right, that I have some pretty amazing genes in my family. I have to thank my parents, both of whom are still active, mentally and physically, well into their 70’s. They are great role models.

Maybe I don’t need to win the lottery…because I already have.