Fall into Winter blues......

[hester_prynne]

Yeah I got em.
Renegade blues have arrived.
Flippin me shit.
Oh I stand up to em.
Point my finger
to the door,
shout
get out!

Cold weather
downs me.
I got
shiver flivers
in my liver!
Can't git warm til
I get in bed.

Not sleepy.
Close my eyes anyway,
watch my mindworld
bustling.
Rocky formations,
burn out into faces.
I wonder if I should
recognize them
but I don't.

Don't give a damn.
I miss the sun,
sweatsmells,
heat hazes,
sluggishness,
walkin through
the muggy water.

Alas, winter.
Carves out my aloneliness,
sharpstark and leerful.
Just the other night
I heard voices!
They woke me up.
With a start.
Gruff
unfriendly voices.
Were they real?
Was it him?
I'll never know.
But tormentuous?
Terrifically.

L'hiver est ici.
Ol icy man
cometh.
Let me hide away
til spring.....
Oh let me just
hideaway,
drink hot tea,
until spring.....























H

[jimboloco]

oh you bivouacked in for the winter
got supplies, staples
welling up with life
not wanting to hibernate
telling yourself that you are a mystic spirit
worth loving

and i agree completely
cause i do love you
for your strength and for your vulnerable tenderness
you give me faith in myself

J

[hester_prynne]

You got my numba Jimbo.
I'm glad.
Your note means more than you know, thank you.
H

[Arcadia]

winter blues
will be delighted
with you
singing near, hester!
spring tea
spiced with flowers-rain-erratic-sun
& what the hell I´m supposed to wear
in two hours?
is already served
for you!

[jimboloco]

madam prynne
we hope you are well

wowowow
i went to my old Friends' meeting today
stayed for pot luck
i could feel the healing cursing through my body
from my brain downward thru my heart
a community that i can now become involved with
i am ready quietly quaking in silent meeting for worship
can be myself open liberated sacred space
inside the old meeting house community

yes the space is rectangularand earthy
i saw so many special familiar faces
friends
now with my studio eight background i am ready

maybe there is a special place where you can go
and feel at one with them and be healed by their presence
then you don't care about the weather

and ps you are welcome my dear
ain't that right gaucho lady?

[still.trucking]

Kurt Vonnegut wrote:

“The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.”

[jimboloco]

wow still strutting
looks like you are feeling the breeze again
my friend

the melancholy doldrums were swept away
as underground swells welled up
through the flotsam and carried moodiness
and temper onward as tho in a royal barge
to honor the horrid past with crafted words
toward a steady course and safe harbour.

[stilltrucking]

That quote was from Kurt Vonnegut jim.

Watched a show on Native American veterans last night. One marine healed himself through writing poetry he said. "Walking Point" an interesting poem he recited. You are a poet. I am not.

Because they were more likely to see the horror of war up close, native soldiers, including Vietnam War combat marine Jim Northrup (Fond du Lac Anishinaabe), also were more likely to experience Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Northrup found that writing about his combat experiences helped him keep his PTSD under control. In this excerpt from his poem, entitled "Walking Point"—reference to the soldier who walks in front of the patrol "scouting" for danger—Northrup addresses his own PTSD.


…He amused himself as we walked along
The old story about bullets… Ha.
Don't sweat the one that's got your name on it,
Worry about the one addressed:
To Whom It May Concern.

On another level his mind churned with
Rifle, M-14, Caliber 7.62 mm, a gas operated,
Magazine fed, air cooled, semi-automatic
Shoulder weapon.
Weight-12 pounds with 20 rounds
Sustained Rate of Fire-30 rounds per minute
Effective range-460 meters

Or,
Hand Grenade, M-26,
And so on and on and on.

Movement! Something is moving up there!
Drop to the mud, rifle pointing at the unknown,
Looks like two of them, hunting him.
They have rifles but he saw them first.
The Marine Corps takes over,
Breathe, Relax, Aim, Slack, Squeeze.

The shooting is over in five seconds.
The shakes are over in a half hour.
The memories are over… never.

Many of the veterans interviewed described their tribes' purification rituals for returning soldiers, including sweat lodge ceremonies, talking circles, and the Hopi practice of giving their returning soldiers new names. Those who had undergone the rituals said these ceremonies helped minimize the effects of PTSD. Many expressed concern about the re-adjustment of the thousands of native and non-native soldiers returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.

http://www.pbs.org/wayofthewarrior/

Sorry for the digression Hester. I liked that bit from Vonnegut a lot. That is about how I feel about winter. But winters here in south Texas are so mild. Not the life and death afairs of those mountains in Washington and Oregon. You know when it is raining in Seattle all hell is breaking loose up on Snowqualmie (spelling)

[jimboloco]

“The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.”

winter blues will be delighted with you singing near, spring tea spiced with flowers-rain-erratic-sun

the melancholy doldrums were swept away as underground swells welled up through the flotsam and carried moodiness and temper onward as tho in a royal barge to honor the horrid past with crafted words toward a steady course and safe harbour.

[jimboloco]

an they say that 20 % have ptsd
an they don't understand why?

it is denial on two fronts
30% is puny let alone 40

an they refuse to find fault in the mission
where they got their spines severed