Poetry/Inspiration/Nature
Ninety Percent Lindt
Cloud stories, Radio Cafe, Catching the Ray
“Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.” — Rikki Rogers
A sharp blade sprint.
Past the bed of grass,
Unkempt,
The tips bend.
That’s the wind blowing.
Over grass.Us.
Life.
But the rickety branches stand tall.
Her veins spreading their arms to
fetch the sky,
The sky is bluer where the
horizon melts,
Dripping dreams, running
after the breeze, floating with
the cloud that invade her mind’s body….
The day settles into night,
The night, a never ending slab of a
Ninety percent Lindt,
Stars like nuts-n-raisin
Pasted random — wraps her,
The chocolate sky, her quilt
with the warmth of snow…
Alone,
But not fearful of the antique
wind,
That sliced rocks for ages,
Butchering Badlands* history,
She feels the orange of her soul
The turquoise in her heart
And hay of her mind
Chewing into the dark nibs,
Squabbling with the bitter,
Looking at possibilities that
sings louder than the fear,
She waits….
For light to emerge from the dark
The night to dress like day
For the silver to be sequined with gold
She waits…
Her eyes glued to the firmament
Reigning deception —
Calm in storm
Anxious in quietude
Fragile as she was.
Yet a tutorial in living,
Asking death to bury itself…
The lint of the dried grass,
The feeble wriggly branch,
Are stories in nature —
They bend, they stand.
Withstand.
In wind sharp and storm.
Weathering. Surviving.
Life.
How far do you stretch your arms when
your hat leaves you, dancing with the wind?!
I stuff my buccal cavity with ninety percent Lindt.
Chocolate Cafe: “And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.” — J.K. Rowling
I was not into ninety percent Lindt when I wrote this poem, but the dark and bitter (90%) is my choice of chocolate when it comes to that — a good remedy to ward off mild winter psycho-drooping.
Don’t ask me why I combined Lindt with a moment studded with antiquity and nature stories of strength that’s etched in my mind for a few years now, since I visited Head-smashed-in-buffalo-jump, Alberta, CA.
The poem wrote itself and I lack the compass to map my brain.
Yes.Sometimes they stand.Sometimes they bend.
I chanced upon this article by Jillian Amatt - Artistic Voyages ,where she talks about pottery being her first love. It somehow felt Synchronous.
Do check out her unique pottery art!
I read some good poetry this week, and wanted to share Nocturne-for-crescent-moon-on-lake-tahoe-and-the-sky-generally by Michael Scott Neuffer
And also, wanted to give an update on our book Holistic Journey Towards Wellness , a book on personal essays, with Dancing Elephant Press, A Medium Publication. It is due for release this week, involving 21 authors from the platform. Thank you Dr. Gabriella Korosi Sharing Randomly for your efforts at editing this page-heavy book.
If interested, you can track this space for more!
Survivor/Survival/Surviving has been my favourite topic to write on, since I embarked on this journey. Like this one👆🏻, I wrote another one good few months back, which I thought of sharing Here.
So long from Soul Bay. Thank you for lighting my way.
But not before sharing an image depicting the power of wind, which has eroded the mountain rocks over ages in Drumheller, Alberta, CA, commonly called badland*:
