Strong, dark, liquid joy
Motivation in a cup
Strong, dark, liquid joy
Motivation in a cup
Can’t say it enough,
Grateful for you every day,
Thank you to my mom!
Standing on Crown Butte
Looking across to Square Butte
Prairie in between
Feeling déjà vu
Staring out the same window
My view stays the same
April is National Poetry Month in the United States. In past years, to celebrate Poetry Month, I have shared poems and links to other poet’s sites. This year I wanted to do something different.
I follow several blogs by poets. I was inspired to do this poetry challenge after reading the following haiku poem written by Ben Dwyer.
Once I was alive
Now we live in photographs
-Ben Dwyer, posted January 27, 2020
I didn’t realize that the word vicariously was exactly five syllables, perfect for a haiku poem. You can check out Ben’s WordPress site by clicking on the following link: Ben Dwyer Haiku a Day Blog
Why the word “vicariously?” The definition of the word from Miriam Websters Online Dictionary states that it is “experienced or realized through imaginative or sympathetic participation in the experience of another.” At a time in history where so many people are having to work from home, practice social distancing and participate in shelter in place, it felt appropriate that the subject of a poetry challenge be experiencing and realizing life through another person, a memory, a fictional place, dream, etc.
This got me thinking about what my friends might be able to do with the word and theme of vicariously. I contacted Ben and told him of my idea, inspired by his poem and asked if I could use his poem in my blog. After receiving his permission, I began to contact friends who write poetry and see if they would be interested in the “Vicariously Poetry Challenge.” I also opened up the challenge to those who read my blog. The results are the following poems in alphabetical order based on the poet’s name.
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It was like two souls colliding
An impact that would be felt in every corner of my being,
Changing my very foundation
Leaving me breathless from the blow.
A breath escaped so beautiful.
So pure, unadulterated, honest.
Such a collision so powerful, so genuine,
The charge of sparking energy without equal, without rival.
Beauty and truth in its most perfect state.
As I sleep
The taste of you
On my tongue, lingers the feel of your name across my lips
Savored dreaming so clearly of moving,
Entangled breathing and crashing spirits, colliding
The feel of you beguiling
In the light I feel the charge of your skin, beneath my grip
Taut and pulling
Your flesh aching to be drawn in
To be invited to power over your senses
The will of the intertwined to connect
The rush of blood
To know the sensation of connectedness
The shock and bliss
So soothing, so infinitely grounding
To bathe in the flashes of the morning dews upon the grass
The piercing of the pair that creates one
The breadth of the grasping for the real, anxiously surrendered at the moment
That which ceases time
And remains until chosen to be reignited
Even if only vicariously
Even if only vicariously
-Canidae & Sif
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Heirloom Pearls by Samantha Houston
In a chain long and unending
Reaching far past what my eyes can see
Pain and cruelty
Insecurity and competition
A scarcity of the care which should be abundant in all things
Has been handed downward from mother to daughter
Like a strand of heirloom pearls
Choking one generation to the next.
On the day I was born
Full of potential
You gave me breath.
And like an evil fairy come late to the party,
You gave me this-
A strand of heirloom pearls wrapped tight around my neck.
As tightly, I imagine
As they once fit you.
Did you know what a choking hazard they were when you placed them there?
Or did you believe that it was natural
Because they had once been given to you?
You treated this generational pain
The pain your mother gave to you
And her mother gave to her
As some sort of genetic burden.
A congenital parasite…
Without questioning its attachment.
Without questioning its worth.
You clung so tightly to this parasitic way of life
You lost perspective on where it ended and you began.
You clung as if you couldn’t live without it
And you made your illusions true.
As you watched your life waste away
As you ceded ever more control
As your parasite devoured everything around you
You made me responsible for its care.
For easing your burden.
You made me responsible for feeling your pain
So that for a moment
You didn’t have to.
Do you expect me to wear my pearls with pride
The way that you do?
To burden my girls with this generational curse you’ve nurtured so well?
Because that would validate the way you have lived your entire life.
No, I will use the strand you have given me
To draw a line in the sand.
Your pain and insecurities
Will not live vicariously through me.
They will not have breath through me.
And they will not pass onward through me.
A thousand and one gemstones may cross my neck
Until I find the one that fits
The one that covers and heals the marks left behind by your pearls.
So that one day
When my daughters are grown
They will never have to wear necklaces at all.
And your pearls will have been left in the sand
Given back to the oysters from whence they came.
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Live through you, but lose myself.
-Jill M.L. Kanewischer, February 17, 2020
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I hope that you have enjoyed the poems written by friends and fellow bloggers. I also hope that you take the time to check out other poets and blogs about poetry this month.
Happy Poetry Month!
Land of sea, green fields and sky
Today is your day
Sits and sings in the elm tree
Makes me so happy
Glue, scissors, markers,
Lace, glitter, paper, stickers
Canvas on easel
Paint on pallet and brushes
Ready to create
While in Northern Ireland, I was able to see Belfast Castle and it’s lovely garden. I also had the good fortune to have a chat with a lovely woman who worked at the castle. She was very knowledgeable and told some delightful stories about the castle and the people who had lived in it.
One story that I found to be very delightful was about the tradition of the castle cat. Apparently the Donegall family, who were the owners of the castle before its donation to the city of Belfast in 1934, always kept a white cat. It was said that as long as a white cat remained on the premises good fortune would come to all who visit the castle. When the city of Belfast took over the care and maintenance of the castle, they were not able to maintain the tradition of keeping a white cat at the castle. To keep the spirit of the white cat alive and the good fortune going, nine cats in various incarnations (sculptures, quotes, mosaics, topiary, etc.) were incorporated into the garden.
It was fun to wander through the garden looking for the nine cats. Nine cats are in reference to the myth that a cat has nine lives. I found and took pictures of these nine castle garden cats. I thought it would be fun to share them with you by pairing the photos with fun facts, quotes and lessons I have learned from or about cats.
Did you know that the average cat can jump eight feet in a single bound? That is nearly six times its body length. This fun fact holds a powerful lesson from our feline friends: one should not let things that appear challenging to hold one back from what one can accomplish.
My brother had a cat named Sanka. She was a elegant, sleek, slender, highly intelligent, orange and white cat. She seemed smaller than most cats I have known. My brother is very tall, six foot four inches. Sanka could jump from the floor to his shoulder in a single leap. Everyone who witnessed Sanka’s leap from floor to shoulder were amazed. To witness this little cat jump was to see elegance in motion.
Cats leap. One could argue that this is instinct. That it is in a cats behavior to know that it can leap and land on its feet. How often have you thought about something and decided that it cannot be done? For example. I am to old to take piano lessons. It would be unwise to switch careers after investing so much time. It is dangerous to travel to foreign countries. Instead of leaping, the person over-thought about this particular thing and it didn’t happen.
Making an excuse doesn’t change anything. If you want to learn to play the piano, take lessons. Start today. Start tomorrow. It doesn’t matter when you start. You aren’t going to get any younger. So do it. If you are miserable in that job, make a plan and switch careers. Yes you have invested time. You can’t get it back. But do you want to stay in a career you aren’t happy in? Everything in life is dangerous. Take that trip to Fiji, Mongolia, Sweden or where ever it is that you want to go. Statistically you have a higher chance of being involved in a serious accident within one mile of your home than traveling abroad. Leap. Be like the cat. Have faith in your ability to land.
A cat’s nose is as unique as a human fingerprint. And speaking of fingers or should I say paws, cats are usually lefties. Studies indicate that a cats left paw is typically dominate.
There have been too many studies to reference on why left-handed people tend to be more creative. Let me share a couple of them with you. One Study states that lefties have to find creative solutions to problems because they are living in a world where most things are set up for right-handed people. Another study indicated that their creativity is based on the fact that they have to use both sides of their brain at the same time. And yet another study suggested that they aren’t actually left-handed at all, but ambidextrous. I don’t need a study to tell me that cats are very creative. Maybe this is because they are left paw dominate or maybe it is because they are cats.
They are also incredibly smart. My cat, Angus, will not play with a laser pointer. When she was a kitten I got one and was moving the light around on the floor. She played with it for awhile, but when she couldn’t catch it, she stopped. She looked up to where I was sitting. She looked at the red light on the floor. Angus got up, came over to the couch, jumped up next to me, and swatted my hand that was holding the laser pointer. She then turned away and jumped off of the couch and left the room. From that moment on, she would not chase the red dot on the floor. Angus had figured out that the object in my hand was making the little red light, she would never be able to catch it and therefore she could not be bothered to chase it.
The lesson learned here from cats? Trust yourself and have the courage to let go of something and walk away. When you figure out that something isn’t working for you, don’t continue to try to make it work. Your actions are futile. Let it go. Instead do something where you can make a difference and see results. (For a cat that may mean taking a nap in a sunbeam.)
“In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” -Terry Pratchett
Or stated another way. Dogs have owners, cats have staff.
Speaking of the regal pasts of cats, I once read a great description about a cat that wrapped its tail about it like it was wearing the robes of state. I think the above cat statue visually illustrates this concept.
In Ancient Egypt, when one’s house cat passed away, shaving off one’s eyebrows was done to show respect for the cat and grief at the loss. Ancient Egyptians also mummified their feline friends to accompany them into the afterlife.
Cats seem to almost have supernatural powers. A cats physique may have something to do with this. Did you know that a cat has 3 eyelids which protect their eyes? A cat has the ability to rotate their ears 180 -degrees with the help of 32 muscles that they use to control them. All the better to hear you trying to sneak up on them. The cats strongest sense is it’s sense of smell. It is fourteen times better than that of a humans. They rely on this sense to identify people and objects. Cats also have the ability to twist their bodies when falling, enabling them to land on their feet. This ability helps them reduce injury and maintain their balance. These “supernatural” skills may have contributed to people’s fear of them in Europe during the Dark Ages.
The lesson here is to not make a judgment about someone or something until we have done the research. Cats are not supernatural. They are different. And different is what makes living on this planet so much fun. Learn about things, people and places that are different and celebrate how these differences enhance being alive.
The photo of the above mosaic shows that it has suffered some damage. It was sad to see the damaged tiles; but it reminded me of another of cats unique abilities. A cat has the power to sometimes heal itself by purring. A domestic cat’s purr has a frequency between 25 and 105 Hertz, which happens to be the frequency at which muscles and bones best grow and repair themselves.
I have always thought that the cats ability to purr is magical. And to find out that it has the ability to have healing qualities makes it even cooler.
I also believe that our feline companions know when we are hurting. After my divorce, I was feeling as if my whole world was shattered. Every night before bed my cat, Angus, cuddled up next to me and would purr. She followed me around at home keeping an eye on me. It was as if Angus knew that I needed her and her healing purr to get through that time. I believe that she did help my heart heal faster.
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” -Leonardo da Vinci
“Cats have it all: admiration, an endless sleep and company only when they want it.” –Rod McKuen
Have you ever noticed that when a cat is ready to nap they decide where it is that they are going to sleep, they do their rituals for getting comfortable and instantly fall asleep? I am very jealous of the cat’s ability to literally sleep anywhere.
Another ability of cats, that I have noticed over the years, is their ability to set boundaries. When they want to be alone, you will not find them. When they want attention, be prepared to pet them. If they want your company they will follow you around the house. It would be foolhardy to follow a cat around when they did not want your company. Some may consider them to be aloof, but I think that cats are very discerning about who they will allow to pet them and for how long.
“Cats choose us, we don’t own them.” –Kristen Cast
If you ever go to Belfast, Northern Ireland, be sure to see Belfast Castle and take time to visit the nine Castle Garden Cats. You may just learn something new and interesting. And possibly create a tale of your own.