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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Topic by AlpeJohn 

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Logo by AlpeJohn 

 

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

Nurture ~ The Strix

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Art by: ApleJohn at JuanderingArtist  (I LOVE this art he created for this post!)


I chose the topic “nurture” for this next collaboration from the Strix. This time, I kept my interpretation short and sweet with a haiku. My fellow contributors again bring their lovely words. Do check them out when you have the time. 🙂

~Em

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Unfortunately, Zigyasa and Kashaf weren’t able to join this time at our collaboration for Nurture, a wonderful topic chosen by Emily. Grateful and happy Manuel was able to step in at the last minute and also excited and honored Jonathan accepted our invitation to create a piece of art for The Strix.

We hope you will enjoy these pieces of art, as much as we feel during the creation process.

~ Patty

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Nurture ~ Haiku

your tender hands touch

love breaks walls, defense crumbles

my heart’s scars soften

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm

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Nurture

How bleak and empty looks the future

Without your tender, loving nurture

That you pour out upon me so freely

Like mother with bade in her fine arms

Keeping it soundly safe from all harms

Such that I cannot fail to be thankful

And in your loving presence gleeful

For the compassion you give liberally

And in your nurture my nature is full

To be what I was always meant to be

Yes . . .

How bleak and empty looks the future

Without your tender, loving nurture

~ Jonathan N.

~ from NobleThemes

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Nurture

To feed and protect,
No neglect.
Beyond nurturing one’s offspring,
Completely unstring.

Encourage and support,
Visions distort?
During and after our development,
No evidence of detriment.

Bring up, train and even educate;
Taught to be immune to hate.
Above and below nourishment,
Positivity, flourishing.

Breeding, upbringing;
Are your ears ringing?
Not yet?!!!
Let us try again; Play the cassette!!!

~ M. O.

~ from EmotionsOfLife

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Nurture ~ Mirrored Elfje

Feed
The earth
Flora and Fauna
All beautiful species within
NURTURE
All negativity with love
Filter and absorb
The rain
Sprinkle

~ Patty W.

~ from Mimosa Pudica

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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!

One Year! Thank you.

Today, February 23rd is my one year anniversary of putting my poetry on WordPress.  I remember it clearly.  On whim, I had shared a few of my poems I had lying around with an accomplished writer/screenwriter I had become acquainted with.  His reaction to my words and my poetry encouraged me to create a WordPress page.

Originally, I had a handful…maybe 5-10 poems I had written years prior and had stored in random places, like the drafts of emails, on paper, in notebooks. My only intention with WordPress was to store my scant words in one easy to find place, maybe write another now and then, but that was all I expected.

Admitting my own naiveté here: while I knew people could find your blog and follow, I really had no idea about how many. Experience with another blog I had which I didn’t nurture nearly enough, said that I might have 1 comment every few months.  So, when I saw that little red dot icon lighting up increasingly as I posted more and more, I was confused. It took me a while to figure out that people…a lot of people were finding me. Just having one follower, one comment, one like was a big deal for me.

Now, after one year, nearly 46,000 hits, 15,000 comments, nearly 900 posts, nearly 800 organic followers, a batch of loyal friends, and the value of knowing that what I write impacts people…here I am…still writing when I swore I’d give up more than once.

Several of you have been here through it all. And you know this year has beaten me up pretty badly.  I don’t write about it all.  I am still crawling back, but doing relatively better overall. A ways to go to stabilize but definitely seeing progress. It has meant cutting way back, isolating, avoiding stressful triggers, turning off texts, going it alone and taking a lot of space from loved ones and friends, as much as necessary to heal emotionally and physically, which has had to be fairly drastic space. The ones who truly love me understand and are patient and there when I need them. I can’t say how much that means to me.

And to you, the ones I meet in the ether where we share words, my safe space, my neutral haven…thank you. I have been through the gamut here in more ways than one. I have learned so much, about myself, my heart, how I share it, how to care for it, how to keep it safe, what I can risk and what I cannot.  There have been laughs and tears, deep reflection and expression.  Not to mention being blown away daily by your immense talent, inspired by your works of art every time I open the reader. Thank you for the gifts you share with the world. My only regret is not being able to keep up with all of you all of the time.

I don’t know what the future holds. There will be times I need to step back and breathe. I hope I keep going in some form or other. And as I have said from the beginning, if I publish, it will be to honor my father and dedicated to him and his impact in my life. I don’t anticipate making a living on my writing, but if it goes that direction, I will be grateful for what my words give back, to me, to the world, in whatever small or big ways they may be.

Happy Anniversary to my page, and to my readers without whom I’d have no idea if this poetry thing was working or not.

Love and Light,

Emily