Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ONE-

today I raked last fall's leaves from flower beds,
collected fallen branches from the winter's snowstorms
into a pile, all the while, sun so strong having awakened
from a long winter nap, suddenly streaming
rays to warm the skin, the show of crocus blooms
breaking ground, the sound of a dog's bark having
found a spring romp

and I, connecting the cycle of seasons in my brain
like a dilettante, nonchalant my manner
yet... in awe.

mulch crunch under soles – the bass,
the brisk baritone chase of squirrels –an alto breeze,
a blue warbler soprano symphony!
i wanted to chant, skip, dance, sing, each cell
reckoning with spring music –

i kept my desire to execute this vernal celebration
in check as my neighbors might have been watching
and I didn't want them to think I'd gone wack!

but next year, you can track me on your radar beam
come time for the first day of spring! in fact, i'm planning
on expressing exactly the way i feel!
check your local internet.... i'll be on
youtube doing cartwheels!

TWO-

i dug the winter coat back out of the closet,
wind chill quick to the bone. it's only march
so not surprised, took the long way back home
from a friend's, wise i was to end the day
praying for his health though i don't know how
to pray, meditating on the wealth of colorful fish
in the tropical tank. i need to find him the book i promised.
is there such a book? i made it up, said I'd bring it.

envision yourself healed, a topic of hope.

how does a person cope when riddled with cancer?
i don't have an answer but he is managing
and i am memorizing hues from dynamic royal blue to
bright light yellow, streaks of green and orange, violet and
red, a paradise of fish, flowering in the water flow, sea creatures
protecting each other, an entire ecosystem behind the glass

believe in the fish, i'll tell him.
they swim to survive, alive without a care!
believe in the rainbow colors, i'll dare to say because
you must believe the way the sun believes it will rise

you have a long way to go, i'll tell him i think and
maybe he will hear my thoughts pouring from my eyes.
the rainbow has not given up on you.

i put my coat back on, head back out, collar turned up
to the wind, my heart skipping beats

believe in the fish
believe in the rainbow colors
they are your spring garden!

moving beautiful lines, doreen!! I feel you saying them: it always happens that with your poems!! gracias for sharing !!

for someone that is gravely ill, they need to focus on things other than their disease, and children and nature are two of the best, they can give that determination you need to heal...in their beauty and innocence there is magic......cool fish picture...this is why people snorkel ....it makes you feel better.........

moved this reply was posted to the wrong thread.

sorry doreen I was going to post to dino first.
going to move it asap don't want to delete

I was going to read yours again
before I replied

in two words
Beautiful
and awesome.
I dig the the juxtaposition.

I imagine a scene I witnessed in my mind's eye
a father and daughter
father to daughter as he lies on what will be his death bed
"I don't know how to die"
Daughter to father.
"I don't know either"

sorry for the ramble
very grateful for the poetry
jt
going to edit this now for mispost

pardon the multiple replies
I don't know how to pray anymore either, or to what.

"the only prayer that matters is gratitude" from the book of jackadiah.
still reading it a third time like the first time
still knocking my socks off
nobody needs a sock change more than me.
I get through the first one in a breeze I am still not through the second yet.
Every line blows me away to another rambling reply

Call me a dead cat but I am curious about the picture of the fish.
where are those fish?
where is the image from?

Can he see those fish?

What a way to go
a dear friend reads me her poetry.
Like a priest giving me last rites, but better.

I believe in medical miracles and doctors who are artists and scientists
In prayer and practice
And I believe in DNR as a loving option.

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I can't believe I do not remember those two from the jam.
Going to go back and look for them and see if I replied

thanks for the poems
please pardon the multiple replies
and alos pardon my pardon.

Doreen, that second one gave me such a jolt. You mentioned your friend before and how he'd needed rainbow thoughts sent forward and I wanted to help in it. This topic is an interest of mine, I try with all my might to teleport if I can. I never know if it works or not, but I still put my all into trying. Please let me know if I can still help.

beautiful, doreen. tears welled up when I read the second one.

Praying there is some hope for your friend. One of my nephew's wife has
had cancer for two years and is still toughing it out. She even went back to work part time. We are praying for your friend. Thinking of you.
Doreen, Such beautiful tributes for your friend in your poetic thoughts.

Regarding Part 2:

Jim is not well. I went to see him today. Please pray for him if you pray. Send positive energy if you don't pray. Whatever you do, believe in the fish. Please believe in the fish.

Hi Doreen, I'll believe with you.
I'm gonna picture my thoughts going out over the mountains and into his hands.

Thank you.

We're going to do research regarding Cancer Center of America... maybe he should be moved. He's considering giving up the treatments entirely and going home to be cared for by hospice.



I'm believing in the fish.

I never showed this poem to him. I think I'll print it out and decorate it with hand-drawn art on the border... maybe on a poster board ... bring it to his room.

Or maybe I'll write him something new. I don't know what to do other than research and pray and praying is tough for an agnostic. I'm praying anyway.

I just had oral surgery 2 weeks ago, the day he went in the hospital again. (He's been in and out for a year). Here's such a kind a gentle man, he called ME, to check on me to see how I was doing.

Hang in there, Jim. The fish can swim because they must.

I haven't cried yet since my visit this evening. I'm going to go cry for a while now. And pray.

there was another thread about this in my artlog but I can't find it. I had a conversation with Dame... I wish I could find it.