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O Canada In Birthday Poetry

O Canada!

A bright red

cardinal sings

Happy Birthday

In morning mist.

 

Our home and native land

A multicultural mosaic.

Offers refuge.

Kindles hope.

Within and without.

 

True patriot love in all thy sons

(and daughters)

Command

We do love you

O Canada.

 

With glowing hearts

We reach out.

Beyond borders.

North, south, east, west,

In worldwide community.

 

We see thee rise

And sometimes fall,

A country challenged.

Nations disparate

In changing seasons.

 

The true north

Cold as ice

And twice as nice,

in summer than

in winter.

 

Strong and free

As we wish.

To be

together

in prosperity.

 

From far and wide

We are unbound

by shining seas

or 50 states

in a melting pot.

 

O Canada

A bright red

maple leaf waves

Happy Birthday

in blue skies.

 

We stand on guard

and lower it sometimes,

lest fear occupy

Too great a space

In our time.

 

For thee

For peace.

For this earth.

For humanity.

In solidarity.

 

god keep our land

Those within it.

And without it.

Safe, not sorry,

in security.

 

Glorious and free

From racism

sexism, consumerism,

and other isms that might

in prison us.

 

O Canada!

Be all we can be.

Now.

Today, and

in perpetuity.

We're proudly celebrating Canada's 141st birth...

White Maggot and Bumblebee Salad

Love bumblebees!

Love bumblebees!

Every Monday morning for the last eight weeks, eight to 10 of us gathered from nine to noon at the Bibliotheque North Hatley Library to write.

Expertly led Carolyn Rowell, who came to the workshops equipped with all kinds of interesting exercises, prompts, thoughts, and ideas to challenge us, we put pens to paper (or fingers to keyboard), then shared the fruits of our labour between ourselves.

I also shared some of my output here (e.g. The Lost and Found, See Me?, Life is Breathtaking, An Endless Prayer, Oh Mom!, Life Breaks My Heart and more in the “Writing”category in the drop down at the bottom left of the page if you’re on the site, if not then skiddadle on over there!)

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Life Breaks My Heart

Life Breaks My Heart (Image thanks to GraphicsHunt.com)

Life Breaks My Heart (Image thanks to GraphicsHunt.com)

Life breaks my heart.
Life breaks my heart.
There it is land-sliding
Down my lover’s shoulders
When we discover his dog:
Dead in the backyard.

Life dissolves my heart.
Life dissolves my heart.
There it is flowing in the river
Of my mother’s tears
Because she can’t go home:
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An Endless Prayer

This is part of an endless series of posts about my experience of Alzheimer’s disease. Some others are: I see you and me. And love. Loving Words at Sunset, Life Breaks My Heart, The Lost and Found, and See me?

An endless prayer

Pinkie Patti prays with “her beads” (Spring 2012)

An Endless Prayer

She has fat little fingers now.
Her precious rings don’t fit them anymore.

At night, she counts her rosary:
one bead after another after another after another.

In the day, she sits and strokes the tops of her legs:
up and down up and down up and down.

Her hands, the days and the nights:
soft, gentle tides going in and out in and out in and out on a desert island.

I wonder what she feels as she comforts herself and gazes,
mindless, into the near and far.

She turns to look at me.
“Hi Punkie, I’m so glad you came to see me,” she says.
My heart is in a million pieces.

Post notes

I wrote this poem in this morning’s writing group. The prompt was “Five easy pieces,” a quick warm-up exercise in which we were asked to write five discrete sentences thus:

  1. describe someone’s hands
  2. say what they are doing
  3. add an exotic location
  4. ask the subject a question
  5. have them partially answer the question

Tweak if necessary when done and voila!