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Anxiety about what I might think preceded me
As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room
Ready to think about who knows what,
I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes.
Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings.
I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me.
He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m.
As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me…
Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts,
What they might be. Nightmares. Horrors.
Repressed experiences dreaded.
But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me.
At least for that moment…
A few things slipped in. The Jeffery McDonald murders
That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C.
The horror had anguished me on an off over the years.
Then, I heard the crickets again. Thankfully.
Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago
Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days.
It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled.
Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed.
Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much.
It took me to the natural world in all its beauty.
Little seeds germinating in my sunroom...
Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again.
And the crickets in my head chirped.
I was thinking that this isn’t so bad after all.
I have learned to find happiness inside myself
Then, Ingrid said, “Time’s up.”
I felt relieved.
© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room...
(on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a
stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have
to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are
running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to
concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real
deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot
where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed
through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep
into your mind... Thank you..pd
Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.
strong does the wind blow.
against it, she walks towards me;
two guitars I hold.
Four parakeets
Living in a little cage
Singing for freedom
Why do you seek us?
Earthlings, you are so far away.
You will find, that we...
thirsty little flame,
not orange, crimson or red;
highlights sister's scales.
Sandals speak below,
Though sand knows no prejudice;
Sun begins to shine.
Each page is Hellboy,
Read with warmth in my sunroom;
Tiled floor gently glows!
a room filled with mirrors,
collected by a blind man;
hoping to once see.
Tarot's number nine,
wisdom boarded isolation.
here to set it free.
hello dear nature
and to the spiders inside
outside I will be
Grimlocke the Oracle,
Born to teach us prophecies.
What has he to say?
I'm a happy cat,
you are my fine gingerbread,
let's go out for milk!
'found my old guitar,
played just a major seventh;
strings were out of tune
dreaming and daring.
And with this shovel, digging;
for dinosaur bones.
ouch, squeezing my eyes,
a nail has entered my foot.
taking a look; rust!
baby elephant,
life will be so hard for you;
baby elephant.
room to room I walk.
each turn doggies follow;
love is mutual.
sitting on my stool,
gazing beyond my guitar;
reaching for my drink.
drunken pirate heads north.
epic adventure begins;
treasured gazebos.
lost; knowing where I am,
very slowly I shake my head;
lost; knowing where I am.
polymorphic six
everywhere where you shall look six
cryptography six
one two three four five
days away from the Amazon
curious Return
tasty yellow rice
simmering in shiny tin
lunch will be awesome
romantic squirrel,
painted his acorns crimson;
appreciated!
gluttonous owl,
eating extra meals each day;
tree branches annoyed
black daylight cricket
happens to have lost his way
friends will wait to play
escaped parakeet
from one strange place to another
panicked guardsman prowls
The trilogy dance...
Boxing on midnight canvas;
Who will reign supreme?
Five lighted candles,
What will your fortune behold?!?
A tarot draw; hot!
Unbelievable
Just indefatigable
Vocabulary
forest is alive
moon lights up pathways and trails
horns are all I see
Yesterday afternoon I heard the very sad news of the passing of a dear friend of mine. After hearing of this I went into my sunroom and just sat there starring into the sky thinking about him and all the great and memorable times that we had shared together. I really don't know if this was my mind playing tricks on me or god himself showing me that my friend was on his way to heaven. As I was looking teary-eyed and dumbfoundedly into the clear blue sky. I noticed a small white cloud all by itself with no other clouds insight. I watched it as it slowly dissipated and vanished. I recall saying to myself "wow, it's like life, it can come and go just like that, one minute it's here and the next minute it's not." In my entire life I have never seen what I have saw a few seconds later. What I saw was that little white cloud forming again out of nowhere. As I was watching it, the cloud transformed into an almost perfect shaped heart. Then within a few seconds, this was amazing, it transformed again into an angel. A few seconds after, it transformed again into what appeared to look like an angel that was carrying a person behind itself as the person was lying on a bed with his hands folded on his waist and looking peaceful. Believe me not, you really had to see what I saw to believe this beautiful moment I witnessed. It had to be the lord sending me this message and letting me know that he was in good hands and on his way to heaven. An unbelievable experience or my mind just adrift, either way he is on his way.
I was relaxing sitting in my sunroom,
and I was marveling at the sky
When I noticed stuck to my window screen
there was an interesting big old dragonfly
So, I gently and quietly opened up my window
in hopes that I could set him free
But he just stayed there with his wings at rest
and he hummed a verse to me
He hummed-
"I can see you there Mr. Human,
you're so thoughtful and you're so kind
But I would wish to watch the sunset, my friend
that is, of course, if you wouldn't mind"
So, I nodded and got a spoon of water
And I broke off a crumb of my tasty bread
Then I put it onto my clean white windowsill
just right before I had gone to bed
When I woke up early in the morning
The cute dragonfly had flown free
But beside the empty spoon of water...
there was a note, and it read-
"Thank you" ...to me!
The sincere note had made me smile
And the whole experience was pretty cool
Especially when I went for a dip
And found the dragonfly swimming in my pool
It swam onto a floating green leaf
and it flapped its wings in my direction
That's when I knew that it and I
We had some kind of friend connection!
Then I opened up my wet wrinkled hand
and my friend hopped onto my palm
and it sat there while a cloud passed by
And the water was still and calm
But when the sun was shining
And there was a rainbow in the sky
The dragonfly had flapped his wings
And it waved and hummed... "Good-bye"
The lake was beautiful and calm as you see yourself in it.
The surroundings were made of tall autumn grass.
Leaf's are shedding off aspen trees with cattails near
the mouth of a lazy river.
The setting sun brought out the beauty of autumn's color.
Using my cheap fishing pole, I cast out my bait into the lake.
As I watched my line slowly drift to the pristine lake.
A sparrow then flew into my line and tangled itself in it.
Without hesitation, I reeled in my line with the sparrow on it.
Gently I held the bird in my hand and untangled it from my line.
Amazingly, the sparrow remained calm as I untangled it.
It sat in my hand for a moment, and I cast it into the air, and it took flight.
There have been many more rescues of birds in my care.
One was a blackbird that flew into our sunroom.
It was hot in there, and the bird was in distress.
Its mouth was open and breathing hard.
I lifted up my finger to it, and incredibly it jumped on it.
I whisked it outside, and it remained on my finger
until it closed its mouth and flew away.
Another rescue was with a green Hummingbird.
It flew into my screen door, and it was stuck.
Calmly, I slowly wrapped my hands around
it as not to hurt its wings.
It remained calm in my hands, and I tossed it into the air
and it flew away.
Life, given a chance to live, will flourish before your eyes.
"Attitude, love, and delight can color a garden as surely as flowers."
Quote - by Constance
When the birds sing and flowers bloom,
the air tells me that it is spring;
sun washing away winter gloom,
and a hued garden sun will bring.
Memories of mom's garden cling,
I promise flowers for her tomb;
from her I know each garden thing,
when the birds sing and flowers bloom.
Seeds begin in a glass sunroom,
soon, the leaves are doing a fling;
the sunroom is now a greenroom,
the air tells me that it is spring.
Bright flowers bring bees that may sting,
and button roses for a groom;
and I love each sweet butter's wing,
sun washing away winter gloom.
I love each hummer's feather plume,
each day my garden worshiping;
I love the scents and sweet perfume,
and a hued garden sun will bring.
Oh, see vines like green blooming string,
be humble and never assume;
the blooms are always queen and king,
till autumn winds and rain consume;
when the birds sing.
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March 14, 2023
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble/The Art Of Gardening
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-548-14
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Double The Fun
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 04/06/2023
Third Place
A pretty bird sings sweetly upon a fence outside my window,
Until a cat comes creeping and pulls a wing down;
Sad little bird lay on the ground within sharp claws, trembling.
Struggling to get free with no real hope of that happening,
Her feeble attempts no match for a feral cat;
Oh sadness, I know it is natural for that wild green eyed cat.
Finished, the cat moves on- it was not hunger just a game,
Close by a nest of baby birds is loudly tweeting;
The pretty bird looks up to the blue sky with one last chirp.
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I am sure she is dead yet I find myself rushing outside to her,
A basket quickly grabbed, I pick her frail body up;
And bring her inside- I notice that although in shock, NOT DEAD.
And right away I go back outside to find that nest of babies,
And now they are all quite alive in my sunroom;
Oh, the chirping is loud, deafening, but it brings me happiness.
What started out a poem of death became a poem of happiness -
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May 6, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Death of Mother Bird
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-108-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
With purpose her steps project pearlescent elegance
Finely cut fabric falls from her waist, embellishes
Weightless momentum, legs timed as ballroom
bustle musical march beside busy suburban thrum
Range Rover overgrown zebras meander, hands free
Inhabit hair salon adjacent spots, to emerge panthers
Claws comb plumb neat pelt on gym angular shoulders
Watched white teeth greet crimped cappuccino domes
From rotting fence, cluttered sunroom mottled streets
Feral hedges blend shed dilapidation with neighbours
Pearl recalls the rural run-down houses, howling low hope
Chimneys emitting messages to status never received
Mauve smoke drifts to city monotonous nonchalance
Eleventh level sky view squares share trove of eventide
Tang in coveted ticket operas from atop lavish lifestyle
High rise residents' glinted sun sets show mirrors only
20th March 2021
Written for Contest : Eight Word Bard
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Words of necessary inclusion are:
pearlescent, thrum, plumb, crimped,
feral, howling, eventide, tang
I've never known a fixed address. I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale. Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy I feel while in that room.
two walls are all window, one an eastern exposure
the other walls, floor and ceiling are old red, knotty wood
the brick fireplace has a beautifully carved, simple mantel
approximately twenty houseplants on antique stools thrive
on the floor among the plants is a life-sized, carved, wooden swan
many mobiles of either angels or hearts hang from the ceiling
on the mantel sits my collection of antique weather vanes
there are five, mismatched chairs in a semicircle
two spindle leg tables sit among the five chairs
on one table is an imitation antique radio tuned to light rock
in a corner, on a stand we built, is an electric keyboard
on one wall in a case we built, there is a dartboard
and everywhere in the room are memories of good, fulfilling times spent
... CayCay
August 6, 2019
The fluttering of wings brings so much joy
when I awake each day to watch the show.
Excitedly, birds come to find the feast
that happily appears for them to share.
There at my sunroom window, it's such fun
as I watch wings start fluttering around
and hover till they find an empty spot
to land inside the see-through feeder space.
Beside the window, very close I see
a mix of sparrows, cardinals, and wrens
all patiently await with fluttered wings-
and give each species time to feed alone.
The eating space holds only two or three-
and mating couples share the space as pairs.
But still, some flutter over top to show
they're next in line to start as others leave.
But there's a thief that frightens them away!
When Blue Jay flies in close, the panic starts;
a cloud of fluttered wings takes off in flight!
When he is gone- they circle back again.
Aware their pleasures are so simply met
by coming to my feeder every day-
this morning ritual for me becomes-
a joy that thrills my heart to flutter too!