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I Saw A Great Cloud…

30 Friday Mar 2018

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Poetry, Social Media is a thief

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
and I yearned to share it with you.

I was going to run,
down to the dock,
to snap a photo for you.

I remembered wise words,
on the age of the immediate,
pervasive and constant, visual.

I considered my love for images,
created by a sharp mind,
when we read other’s words.

I do not wish to rob you,
of an opportunity to exercise,
your own imaginative psyche.

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
a colossal rectangle!

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
quilted, in a perfectly recurring motif!   

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
a bouncy strato-cumulus sky-duvet!

I saw a duck,
out my kitchen window,
as if landing, on its (eider)downy surface!

I laughed at the irony,
of the (duck)down duvet,
and what we may have missed,

had I run,
to snap a photo,
in my desire, to share this experience, with you. 

~Marcela: introspective; 
on all the things social media could take away from me...  
March 30, 2018


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One fine day, child… A Birthday Poem

22 Thursday Mar 2018

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Family, Motherhood, Poetry, Relationships

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that the single fiercest battle you will ever wage,

the only one from which you must emerge victorious,

is the one against and with,

yourself.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that the only human behaviour,

which you ought critique in any great depth,

the solitary one you possess any capacity to revise,

is your own.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that in order to live a life you want,

you must tune out the auditory barrage of the box and masses,

ignore all but one voice,

that, of your deepest self.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that to err is the essence of humanity,

and risk is the singular path upon which you must tread,

in order that you become,

your truest you.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that failure lies not in mis-steps,

but in lack of trying,

and that success is yours to gauge and judge,

yours, and yours alone.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that we occupy a world laden with the land-mines of our own, and other’s planting,

that detonation will pain you but you will suffer less,

for you will have learned to navigate,

the rough patches.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that ours is a culture cancerous of spirit, and bereft of critical thought,

that no action is benign and the choice of impact,

as detriment or contribution is yours,

solely, yours.

One fine day, child,

you will know,

that love without labour is something else,

that joy cannot be known in the absence of sorrow,

and that contradiction is at the core,

of a life well thought.

One fine day, child,

you will, of-a-sudden realize,

that our time here is indeed finite,

that procrastination is a drug as powerful as heroin,

tempting as a sea siren and equally deadly,

heed not, her call.

This, is one fine day, child!

Happy 27th birthday Thomas, I love you more than life, and we know that’s a big-ass bunch, because even in the middle of life’s biggest bitch-slaps, I have a fairly healthy love affair going on with her, crazy bitch that she is… I still love you more, there can never be enough, or the (w)rite, words…  Thanks for your limitless patience with my human folly, a loyalty defying description, and for providing me with that most ubiquitous of concepts, hope, for our species…

Fully yours, with every ounce of everything I am, and always with some awe and madd gratitude that you turned out to be you, despite me.

Love,

~Mama.

March 22, 2018

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Your Chainsaw Voice – a nod to unruly work-folks… and others…

18 Sunday Mar 2018

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Burnout, Humanity, Life, Personal Power, Poetry


Your chainsaw voice  
has dismembered
the last vestiges of sanity
in my human shell
severed the final tendon
connecting compassion to my heart   

Your rusty-grater words
have shredded
the final ounce of patience
in my once limitless hoard
corroded beyond salvage the walls
containing my desire to be your ally

Your atomic bomb behaviours
have irradiated
the remaining molecule of hope
for your salvation
jaded this now impermeable spirit
to anything but its own voice.

It is a brutal irony, that as my desire to exit the work-world I so grindingly (yes, that is a word!) and lovingly built grows with a vehement vengeance each day, the place and space for which I pay such a hefty premium to escape to, has been anything but peaceful in the oh-so-limited time I have to enjoy(?) it, of late. The level of human disregard for others in some of my neighbours runs deep, the ridiculous human folly of my most inglorious work-folks, along with our culture’s obscene systems and structures, follow me home for longer and longer stays, and the gargantuan contradiction that is my life continues… on the flip-side, I have, without fail, only ever built anything meaningful, to me, on the foundation of strife, struggle and/or suffering… it appears that a skyscraper is in the making here…

~Marcela: corroded and unchained

March 18, 2018

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Chainsaw image from google search.

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