So today a Canadian Icon passed on. My memories of the music stem back to high school and beyond. For every stage of my life there was a Hip song to join it. I didn’t get to see them in concert until Valentine’s Day 2015 and I fell head over heels for Gord. How he embodied the music on stage. It just gripped me. But then with the devastating diagnosis, I was in denial. When the Hip had their farewell tour, my husband, friends and I were there. I wrote the below poem while I was taking the moment in at the concert. Living it up in the arena. Hanging on every word and note that filled the space and our hearts. I never shared it until now…. Thank you Sir.
The sound of applause
The sound of time slipping away
The music alive – living through him, through them
Reverberating out through all of us
Taking us out on a journey into the land we know
To the people we know
After all that jumping around and catching up, I come to the last.
The prompt today is to write about something that happens again and again.
Here goes, and thank you for reading through the month.
Everyday at 5:30
A strange noise enters my mind
My mind that is off either in dream land or on the edge of waking up
The quiet pleasant sound sledgehammers into my ears
Pounding to wake me up.
The fumbling to shut the infernal misery off
Then silence and a moment of quite peace.
9 minutes later (and why 9?)
IT GOES OFF AGAIN
Causing my heart to falter
And realize again –
I hit snooze and not off!
Second to last
The last to inevitable end
End of a month of creating
Creating something for contemplation
Contemplation of having free time
Time that marches on regardless
Regardless of me getting the second to last done.
A little bird came through my window today.
She landed beside me and started to sing.
I did not look up and kept on working.
The song got louder
But I did not pay attention
She hopped in front of me
But I remained focussed and shushed her away
The little bird flew sadly away
I waited for her return
But the moment passed.
I should have looked up.
Continuing with the prompts and I feel on a roll at the moment- next from NaPoWriMo is the Day 25 prompt – to write a poem “about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces” in this case a small defined space.
So I will attempt looking at my jewelry box from when I was young.
The shape- teapoy
The key hidden
In a tin with an orange tabby
Bought in Penzance
When I hear the click I smile, and open
The tray has my trinkets, jewels that were special
A brooch of unique shapes made out of pewter from a birthday
A ring bought on the side of the road in Utah under a windswept orange arch
A ring from an old lady at church who thought I was a good girl
The first silver ring I bought with a red stone
Then under the tray
One packed full from a trip to the old country – a rock, a ticket, a candy
A wedding tin,
With a medal, old…tarnished
That teapoy held not value
And now the desire to hold new treasured memories.
The prompt that was in place for Day 24 was for a ekphrasis – to write a poem inspired by art. I am going to try and write a poem based on “The Two Fridas” by Frida Kahlo. Frida Kahlo is my favourite artist, so hopefully I can write a poem worthy of her art.
The two hearts
not beating as one
Whole and intact or
Bleeding, open, broken
Yet attached reflecting the before, the after
Surrounded by darkness and despair
The blood keeps pumping
Yet caught seeping into brilliant white
Will the heart heal to slow the bleed?
Or will the clouds encompass
The dress turns red
While I turn white
This one is courtesy of Gwynny before bedtime:
On the Swings
I jump on mushrooms
And then I ride a Shark
to the Pirate Ship
and then back to its house
Where I swim in a canoe
And I swim in the Ocean