Cherry Pie ~ Haiku (& an update)


(All photography by Emily C.)

Red orbs shimmering,

Whipped cream art swirling beauty…

Sorry! Just one piece.

~ Emily C. 9.2.17

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Hey guys!

I’ve not been around much as life has been busy on many levels. I haven’t been writing a lot, and I haven’t been reading on WP. I’ve been trying to squeeze the last few drops out of summer, while still managing my vestibular therapy needs.  I’m probably overdoing myself some, but soon will be back in a rhythm, I hope. Having to keep moving for my brain to compensate, and spending 1.5 hours a day on my therapy exercises, means I have little time to sit, and reading and screen time are not comfortable on my brain.

At least a few times a day, I get a first line for a poem popping into my head. I haven’t been listening much, nor writing them down.  My attention has been on friends and family, summer, and my health.

I do hope that I still have the words and that when I listen, I will be producing more like I used to.  Right now, I’m filling my real life with memories and moments out in the real world to sustain me through the upcoming year.

For example…spent time in North Bend recently, an hour from Seattle where they film Twin Peaks, both the original (which is on Netflix) and the new season (which I can’t watch since I don’t have Showtime).

The Salish Lodge at Snoqualmie Falls is always beautiful. It’s long been a staple day trip for me growing up, and just happens to be where they film for Twin Peaks but in the show it’s known as “The Great Northern Hotel”.  They have luxury world class accommodations and dining, and while I’ve never been able to afford staying there, I’ve eaten there and it’s amazing.

Then there’s Twede’s Cafe, or in the show it’s known as the double R, or RR2Go.  Been coming here my whole life, too, for some diner fare and a slice of cherry pie. If you know the main character, Agent Cooper, his tagline is that he loves the cafe for it’s “slice of cherry pie and a damn fine cup of coffee.”  Well, it’s true.

It’s a beautiful area and I’ve spent many a summer visiting. Snoqualmie is a neighboring town with quaint shops, the oldest operating train station in the country with a charming museum, and a backdrop of the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. Picturesque and charming.

Many a time I have run up Mt. Si in North Bend, the foreboding and dominant peak that is so prominently looming over the town. It’s a beast, but provides an amazing view.  I like the way down better. Takes a couple hours to run up, practically 45 degrees, while other hikers look at you like you’re crazy (you are), but the way down is like 40 minutes. Just don’t slip and fall in the snow like I did once. That hurt.

Thank you for your support as always, and I will check in with your writing when life returns to more of a normal pattern.

I hope YOU are all out and away from the computer for a bit and taking in your summer sustenance with nature and people as well.

Much love, always!


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When Puppets Turn

Whispers in the dark
(are my eyes closed
or not?)

sinister apparitions
play shadow games
on the walls of my mind

strike a pose, mock a dream
show me what I’m wanting

temptations delivered dancing
my deep-seeded seeking
they cackle at my weeping

when puppets turn
their snarls affirm
this conscious life

is the truth
is the nightmare
is the only dream

one in the same
and it is here

I stay

~ Emily C.

4.3.17

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In response to a tag on Instagram by a friend for “dreams and nightmares.”

Summer ~ The Strix

Ah, summer. Lovely, summer. Here’s the next collab from the Strix. Mine…well, leave it to me to find something dark in summer. 🙂 Hope you enjoy all the artists who contributed! Give their pages a visit if you get the chance. If you want to contribute on a topic sometime, let us know. Always happy to see new faces.

~ Em

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This time the topic was chosen by John and I thought ‘Summer? Spring hasn’t even really started yet’. Then I realized, Summer did start in parts of the world already, as it also did where John lives. The Summer season may remind you of blue skies, with the sun shining bright, bringing warmth into your life again. However, if you’re in pain (mentally, physically, emotionally, financially) the sun might not make you feel better.

This month we’ve got requests from two great artists to create for a collaboration. We love to have others joining us and are sure, you will appreciate the entries of both S Francis and Janki, as much as we do.

We hope this collaboration gives you food for thought and also helps you to remind: there are more people in the world who might go through the ‘Summer blues’. However, don’t forget either, as cliché as it may be:

“Every Cloud has a Silver Lining.”

John Milton

~ Patty W.

~ from MimosaPudica

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Lure

 

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day.
In the heat of our summer
our love was to stay.

Fell into your open arms
like a sail on a windless day;
you caught me, mermaid fish
fooled by staged flashy play.

Your eyes spoke contorted desire
to keep a gentle sea treasure;
a trophy proudly conquered
for your own distorted pleasure.

On your enchanting lure
sewn with words, colored;
hung with saccharin promises,
false display you glittered.

Dangling from invisible line
— you yanked,
snagged…I sputter.
— you cranked,

Hooked…I reel — in your truth.
Blinded by sun in my eyes,
its warmth mocked the cold
inside your heart’s ice.

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day,
the end of our summer,
the start of my decay.

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm 

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Three Haiku’s

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Friendship is summer,

Where chats are its cute beaches,

And trust it’s sunscreen.

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Let me be summer,

And summer be what I am,

‘coz summer is best.

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Grandpa and Grandma

In summer vacation teach,

Just what life taught them.

~ Janki R.

~ from LettersToLife 

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Strange Weather Patterns

Scientists give them names

Ominous Names

Foreign Names

that mean little

to plain speaking folk:

it’s still hot in the summer

and cold in the winter

even in New Orleans.

Who do we blame? A stranger initiates

an unexpected debate in the bagel shop.

He crosses space dug by digital divides

to challenge the certainty of our solution.

Time won’t cool the tempers just

increase the gap into indifference.

Perhaps we blame ourselves?

We fail to recognize humanity

across the distances that divide

within the differences that hide

the common rhythm of our pulse.

If two remained would we still seethe

or would we reveal a love hidden by

failed assumptions in this experiment?

I just turn down the noise

until I can hear the cricket rub

his legs together in my mud room.

I wonder if the Earth has

decided it is time for a change

never really considering

either side of the argument.

~ S. Francis

~ from SailorPoet 

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~ Sarah from ArtExpedition

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Expression Crossing Continents

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Bonny Portmore

This one is a surprise for a friend, she’s expecting a song from me (does that negate the surprise? Hm). One of my favorite Irish traditional folk songs. I am trying to do my best Loreena McKennitt impression. I hope it passes. 🙂

This song has an interesting history. As you can read a little here, “it laments the demise of Ireland’s old oak forests, specifically the Great Oak of Portmore or the Portmore Ornament Tree, which fell in a windstorm in 1760 and was subsequently used for shipbuilding and other purposes.” [Wikipedia]

It’s a beautiful song. And the harmonium is perfect here as it does a great job of its own impression, that of a bagpipe. I could almost see myself there in Ireland. Someday.

So this is dedicated to my friend, and all my other friends who identify with this song, or Ireland, or Loreena — and it’s dedicated to our planet who needs us now more than ever.

Em

Let It Be

 

I know I’m not the only one actively going through shit this year, emotionally and physically. So, I thought I’d sing this song tonight and dedicate it to the people I know who are going through challenging times, you are not alone.

Thank you for your support as I continue my long slow crawl back…

Love and light, always,

Em

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P.S. This one is good for putting earphones in and really feeling the harmonium. I set the lowest drone note for this song, the first time I’ve gone that low, and it just hits the soul…

 

Liminal Cliff

I didn’t shower last night
crawled to bed near comatose

blinds cracked, a street light date
keeps me warm in that cold distant way

just enough light, just enough space
don’t come too close, I can’t play

— waiting for the sound of thoughts
in dim night brakes my awareness

cusp of nothingness calls me near
while time on clock mocks my fear

tick
tock
ti..

…hushhh. I can’t think.
forget me and let me be…

..ck.

the only thing I want is dark
my reliable shifting confidant

the backside of night taunts
it waits for me to relent

to at last, say — fuck.
it throws bets down on the felt
under its looming light

that it will outlast my torment
a toss and a torturous turn

liminal cliff my poetic haunt
not asleep, not awake

…don’t make me
…don’t make me
…don’t make me

choose…

~ Emily C.

3.8.17

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Inspired by S Francis at Sailor Poet to write on the subject “the backside of night”, his answer to when he likes to find inspiration to write. Charles at The Reluctant Poet answered with his own poem responses.  Both excellent writers, check them out when you get a chance!