Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award!

Yesterday I received this award from a dear friend and a fine poet, Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik http://www.drpkp.com/ (actually, she nominated me as one of 7 for the award - there are some stipulations to be completed which I am doing immediately so I am comfortable accepting the badge and putting it up on my page). This innovative award was created very recently (Nov.24/12) by another fine poet, Hannah Gosselin - so thanks to Hannah and to Pearl, and to the community of wonderful poets of which I am lucky enough to be part.

As part of the Sisterhood Bloggers Award, I am to list seven things about myself:

1.  I probably have more blogs up and running than I should admit to (at last count, somewhere around ten).
2. Writing has been a mainstay in my life for as long as I can remember.
3. Not many people know this but I placed third in the Romance Writers of Edmonton contest a few years ago.
4. Arthritis has been (so far) the worst part of getting older; it mostly bothers me because I haven't got much of a grip left and I like to shoot (at targets).
5. If I was independently wealthy - I'd pay off family debt, give a large whack to charity and spend the rest of the time travelling the world (and probably still writing).
6. Lately I find myself obsessed by certain computer games - only against myself - but still - I am surprised.
7. If I couldn't write, read and be with family (Lord, I sound boring) - I don't know what I'd do. I find myself wondering about receiving this award as I write these seven things. I can't seem to think of much of interest to say. However, "interesting" wasn't one of the prerequisites ... so, I'm still going with honoured and grateful to Pearl and Hannah,

This Just In

Beauty queen and actress found

Face down, lifeless

Never really did belong

(overheard)

"C'mon sweetheart - big smile, shoulders back

Bust out - show your assets - can't go wrong"

Just a pawn in the machine

Swallowed pills, pride, and words

Stayed silent like a good girl

(overheard)

 "Sorry, please, just one more take?"

"I'll be on time from now on, I promise"

"Fired?"

Never had a chance. Unless. No.

Never did.

Wherein the Greatest Advises the Science-Challenged

“Imagination is more important that knowledge,” and

“Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s 

coming attractions,” Albert Einstein

 In the miasma that is quantum physics or mitochondrial DNA

As I struggle to come to understand the chemical mystery

That is my insanity; I rejoice to learn that even Einstein believed

There was more merit in brainstorming about possibilities

Then dwelling on what has already been proven – in fact, he

Once said “I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion”

A remark very similar to ones I myself make and, not infrequently

While admittedly, Einstein’s “what if’s” have resulted in some

Of the world’s truly great scientific finds and theories

It becomes apparent upon reading his biographies, and there

Are a plethora,   he had a superfluity of those questions –

Perhaps the staggering number alone, coupled with his passionate

Curiosity couldn't help but produce the theory of relativity

For instance – after all, there is certain logic to be considered

Here, and empirical data would suggest that – omigod – I am

Doing some scientific theorizing – am I out of my mind?

Well, yes – given my history, there’s a very good chance ...

It would appear that science and philosophy are growing

Closer together – some are even postulating that God

And Science are nearing a resolution previously thought

Unattainable, or even unthinkable; Albert Einstein must be

Chuckling or maybe just nodding, from wherever he is

After all, he did say, “All religions, arts and sciences are

branches of the same tree.” I could get behind that I think.

Every day, it seems that idea is becoming more accepted

As science embraces religion and vice-versa; Einstein also

Maintained that “God always takes the simplest way” and

“God may be subtle but he isn't plain mean”- a couple of notions

That might not sit well with some forms of the more traditional

Religions but for much of the world, made weary by chaos

Brought on by war and bitterness, the divisiveness that little

Understood factions on both sides have taken to exploiting,

This could be welcome news, especially those who are ready

To accept God and Science as partners in a changing world

THE UNBOUND WE

She sits quiet but seething

Taught what to think, not how

Her damaged psyche

Is just learning to seek

The company of women

Who, like her

Bear scars she wishes to excise

She knows she has the power

Within her to unravel the thread

That's kept her bound to men

Not a single one of whom

Has been any good for her

She is ready to become one

With the whole

She will be part of "we"

Yes.

Lupine Loveliness

Last night you howled me awake

The pair of you, serenading each other

Making music, or love, your voices ululating

Full of such terrible tenderness I found

Myself unable to return to slumber

Sweet but primitive yearning in your voices

Had me wondering, were you about to mate,

Or simply singing eternal love-songs to Luna

As she blessed you with her gibbous fullness

Showering silvery light on shadowy mountain peaks

Thank you for honouring me, oh ancient ones

Granting me your ghostly presence again this year

An affirmation of the circle of life, you surely are

Performing in the darkness as if in a dream;

Stopping by just long enough to grant me peace.                                                                                                                                                                             

To Become Light

I stand free

Ready to become

Light - no more

Excuses - I shift

The childhood

Inherited back beneath

Thunder's umbrella

Deeper than shadows

Of the past

I join to the present

And vow to remain

Here, now

ALONE

In the solitary moments of my separateness
I wonder why you occupy such space
And yet take up so little room
It’s as if you’re everywhere and nowhere all at once

My heart’s chambers on the other hand
Are scoured empty as old pails of lye
Rusting through now in its various weak spots

That comes as no great shock really
Since I’ve been scrubbing at the vestiges of caring for you
Long enough to diminish the thickness of the walls

And even though scars grow without my permission
Over damage we have inflicted simultaneously
I seem able to lessen their callous nature as the years go by

Until they too grow less able to sustain themselves
And eventually I sense them falling off
The way the last withered leaves depart the trees of autumn

I wonder, in my isolated soul, if when I am finally
Irrevocably emptied, without within, unoccupied of energy or life
Will I finally feel the peace of being one with all
Or will my aloneness be the peace I’ve sought all along