Moment

Thunder only happens

when it's raining -

she flips her long black hair

Debbie Calverley

Walk-ku

I remember when we walked
through cities
like we owned them

Debbie Calverley

RIP Mary Oliver your brilliant writing lives on

Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? by Mary Oliver

Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. 
It’s frisky, and a theatre for more than fair winds. 
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance? 
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe, 
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking 
outward, to the mountains so solidly there 
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the centre of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?

Mary Oliver 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TUD4CQT33w4

Little Wanderer - Death Cab for Cutie

INXS Stairs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1qd6gKM9oU

Peace Out Winter

Thanks Mr. Trudeau for proposing to kill small business - Sign the Petition Canadians!

https://petitions.ourcommons.ca/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-1239

Complete and utter Socialism at its very best.  I'll take the guy back with the bad hair any day.

Elevation

Love, lift me up out of these blues

Won’t you tell me something true

I believe in you

-U2

The day their sky exploded

the radio wasn’t on

she was playing a home-made cassette

a friend had mailed to her.

Elevation was on top volume

she was singing top volume

and driving full speed

down a country road.

A sky blue Tuesday

one of those autumns

that carried no pricetag

in the middle of a January white-out.

The version of Elevation

was not official

one she had never heard

lots of flute and that made her happy.

When she arrived at her client’s door

one she had never met before

she was greeted with

It’s a disaster

Laughing, she indicated she’d seen

a lot of homes in a state of disaster.

The woman looked at her strangely;

No, A plane just hit the twin towers

It’s funny what you remember

when the world changes forever -
It’s funny what you remember.

- Debbie Calverley

LP - Pride in the Name of Love - wow what a voice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UExvBBOO238

Barefoot Abandon - Mona T. Lyndon-Rochelle

       To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the
       greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
                       —FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA

Last night we were free     the moon     you     me.
Our lips of spiced cinnabar burned through the dark
and in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea. 

You     an azurite combustion     me     the Rose of Tralee.
We swam clear coastal waters with a great white shark.
Last night we were free     the moon     you     me. 

An offshore breeze seduced us so innocently.
We shed shift and shirt and ran to the seamark
in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea 

and rose so breathless I would not foresee
so fickle a kiss. Why leave me in the dark?
Last night we were free     the moon     you     me 

for my heart and love were eternal you see.
You singed my lips     burned your watermark
when in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea. 

You haunt my dreams with wild anxiety
I yearn for the years I lost you     my Irish anarch.
Last night we were free     the moon     you     me.
Barefoot     abandoned     I dove into the sea. 

MONA T. LYDON-ROCHELLE

The Southern Review 
Autumn 2016

After All

After all the poems I wrote
After all the times I said
After all the times you didn't
After all the times we did
After all the times there weren't
After all the times there were
After all the times I almost
After all the times you didn't
After all the times we wasted
After all the times we lived
After all the times we died
After all the times we almost made it

But there is no after all 
After all there is no more
But there is no after all

-Debbie Calverley

RIP Leonard Cohen

Mission

I've worked at my work
I've slept at my sleep
I've died at my death
And now I can leave
Leave what is needed
And leave what is full
Need in the Spirit
And need in the Hole
Beloved, I'm yours
As I've always been
From marrow to pore
From longing to skin
Now that my mission
Has come to its end:
Pray I'm forgiven
The life that I've led
The Body I chased
It chased me as well
My longing's a place
My dying a sail 

  Leonard Cohen

  Book of Longing

Late Night Conversation

Quit bitching, he typed
Delete too easy -
It's all about perspective.

- Debbie Calverley

Chicago

RIP Miss Kiki

She fought the good fight and had a great life, she will be missed!!

Purple Carpet at David Foster Gala - Seal / Michael Bolton shots

September

Everything a little sparser

Parsley with its yellow edges

Purple thistle begins the fade

We have to pull curled lettuce

And although cone flowers 

start to droop and drop

A stand of yellow autumn blooms

appears fiercely as if to protest

The cat begins to limp

in the early sun sink

September always when my heart

begins to break 

- Debbie Calverley

Gotta Love Summer.... some of my harvest!!

Thank You Tragically Hip

Final concert in Kingston Ontario, frontman Gordon Downie has incurable brain cancer, they just wrapped up a nation wide tour that went beyond magical.  The closest I could get to them was my television but have seen them many times over the years, true Canadiana!