STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky
Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Silence
Monday, April 29, 2024
Fever Dreams
"I never could have dreamed it
the way it's been,"
and she shook her head in wonderment,
Ha. Shay's Word List took me down an unexpected path. I love when that happens. It was the cold as a convent that got me going.
( I scooped the Fitzgerald quote above Shay's poem and changed it a bit to fit mine - I haven't read her poem yet, of course, as I didn't want to be influenced.) But the alligator line made me think of her. Smiles.)
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
A Poem for Your Pocket
Monday, April 22, 2024
Blessings
Gathering of Allies
photo by Marcie Callewaert Photography
I'm in the middle, front row, raised fist,
cane, blue plaid shirt
Sitting in a rocking chair in the sun
Giving treats to passing dogs; their smiles and bright, happy, glowing eyes warming my heart
Cherry blossom scent on the breeze, small hummers drinking deeply, so thirsty after the long winter of anticipation
Thinking of yesterday's rally of Tla-o-qui-aht and allies, showing up for Mother Earth, celebrating how Wah-nah-juss was saved from clearcutting 40 years ago, when the First People Just Said No
Remembering passionate early mornings on the blockades, how alive we felt back then, making change, standing on the road for the trees
Turning off the bad news; turning on morning, and birdsong; recalling waking in the night to see a full round Grandmother Moon, golden and smiling in the sky, and looking right at me
Watching a juvenile eagle making random circles overhead, breathing in all that is peaceful and hopeful, beautiful and sun-kissed, all around; nothing left to wish for but more days just like this, sitting in a rocking chair in the sun
Except a world healthy enough to sustain the young eagle, and all of earth's young ones, into the future
A list of blessings for Shay's Word List
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Poet In Search of a Poem
on Possibility
and Promise.
one's heart
No Solace at Lost Shoe Lake
vividly picturing that long-ago settler,
desperately slogging the muddy slough -
bitter as his shoe was suctioned
off his foot, and gone,
a catastrophe unlikely
but, alas for him,
too true.
of the rocky miles ahead
circling his brain like blackflies,
his journey
caught between disbelief
and dread.
No solace for him
for a hundred miles
at least.
as I walked the lonely shore,
without my beloved
grinning
big black beast.
Sunday, April 14, 2024
Bird
as I sat in the sun,
of white cherry blossoms.
What manner of bird was this?
sent their chatter into
such brief furore?
the brief raucous uproar. Perhaps
had fallen asleep
on the branch
just in time.
While there are magpies elsewhere in BC, they are not in evidence in Clayoquot Sound. But as this was all imaginary, as I rocked in the sun, I had a bit of fun contemplating what might have caused all the ruckus. I identified strongly with the senior bird, needless to say. Smiles.