Breathless, wordless, words

[cascadiabound]

Countdown cocktails (an evolving poem)

So close now
Counting down
tiny booze bottles
One by one
Mini celebrations
day by day
Soon it'll be a wrap
Office emptied
Career closed
So proud of you
Anxious too
This next era
An unknown path
at your side luv
Every day

Day 24 - Elkrider gin
ice does chill
Fresh lime swill
Bitters stirred in
A summers drink
With a Winter's wink

Day 23
Rosalyn Reserve
Amber smoke
With ice
Its served

Day 22
It's a double
Dual barrel
Caramel treat
Served neat

Day 21
cranberry gin fizz
Botanical and light
Winter berries
holiday bright

Day 20
Old Fashioned Roslyn
wistful memories
northern exposure
That fig syrup mix
Tastes like heaven

Day 19
Mango Mule
preview of summer
Meteors and lazy days
Mango vodka -ginger beer
come July
It'll taste like here

Day 18
Elkrider reserve
Warmed with winter spice
Homemade simple syrup
Layers of complex flavors
Orange, cherry, cinnamon
Star anise and clove

Day 17
Bourbon
Finished in vanilla barrel
Smooth and lovely over ice
but improved by
Simple syrup
Made complex
With love

Day 16
Rasberry martini
Muddled rosemary
Cranberry elixir too
Shaken until delicious
into a chilled glass

Day 15
Elkrider vodka
ginger peach syrup
Club soda
Better than
a Moscow mule

Day 14
Vanilla finished
Barrel whiskey
Swirled over ice
With sweet
Fig syrup

Day 13
Huckleberry vodka
Pale purple glow
Shaken with ice
my dark sweet elixer
Of homegrown berries
cranberry fizz
Keeps it light

 

[cascadiabound]

My mahonia
Sprays of bright yellow blossoms-
Hummingbird visits

 

[cascadiabound]

Dementia go round
Every moment a challenge
Remember to breath

 

[cascadiabound]

Words fail me
The chaos you are inviting
always the same issues
Dogs....and trees
Trees.... and dogs

Your failure to meet minimal standards
Lack of professionalism
It's embarrassing

next month I'll show again
Watch your mess of a meeting
Be a voice of the past
A rare wise elder

But those three hours
I cannot get back

 

[2fast4luv]

I never learned to fly
But I’ve felt the wind run through my wings
Sit here all day long
and all do is sing
Watching from above
All I have I love

 

[cascadiabound]

My words bleed out
Spilling page by page
Line by line

My words bleed
With every heartbeat
Love for you

My red words
Bleeding pain
Blurred with misunderstanding

knives out
Cut and tear
Heartbreak
The path obscured
Blood smeared

So much fear
So much hurt
So much pain

Meet me in the fire
Friendship or ashes
The remains of the day
Time will tell
Blood letting
Or blood bond

Words bled out
On every page
I fear
So much
I worry
More

My heart
Broken on the floor

 

[cascadiabound]

twelve days of Christmas now past
The wise men in attendance
Stand silently by
Oh how I wish they might speak
Prayers for peace to you
Prayers for grace to you
Prayers for calm to you
Epiphany transcendent
May all be revealed in truth
trust rebuilt restored
Bless me with wisdom
Intuitive knowledge
Grace that passeth understanding
grant me please

 

[cascadiabound]

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two ornaments and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight chefs a cooking, seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine litsters clicking, eight chefs a cooking, seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten docs a healing, nine litsters clicking, eight chefs a cooking, seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven knitters knitting, ten docs a healing, nine litsters clicking, eight chefs a cooking, seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve writers writing, eleven knitters knitting, ten docs a healing, nine litsters clicking, eight chefs a cooking, seven clocks a ticking, six kayaks floating, five blundstone boots, four dragon eggs, three puppy dogs, two ornaments, and a sweet dance in the candlelight.

 

[cascadiabound]

Full moon marshmallow fog
Shifts and folds in my headlights
Eyes blurry from cathartic tears
held back pushed down
seep, leak and gush
A flood of pain and sadness
weary of this mess
Voice catches, head aches
Add a benzo, ibuprofen
Remember to breathe
twenty eight thousand words
over two hundred minutes
can't stop the tears
Tamping down fears
New lists of nevermore
Building bridges back to you
Promises made between sobs
Two stubborn souls
Love and forgiveness
Grace abides
Can't stop the tears
Your shirt soaked
Mascara ruined
New never agains
Hard limits too
Foggy head blurred eyes
Will my vision clear?
Picking myself up
Taking care of business
walking boots on
my path wrapped in wistful fog
I'll walk forever
'til I'm on the road again

 

[cascadiabound]

Reluctantly rising before dawn
Abandoning warm sheets
Padding across cool tile floors
As Napoleon crows in the morning
Pushing aside the café curtains
First morning light reflects gold
In the curved slice of the cow’s pond
Absentmindedly, I grab the roll
abandoned on the counter
The brittle crunch between my teeth
Mouth drying and unpleasant

These moments alone in the kitchen
A prequel to lists and chores
Are a meditation for my soul
What gifts will this day offer?
A handful of wild silk cocoons
Precious and rare
perhaps after dinner cookies or cake
Wafting almond perfume as they bake
A sweetness shared
As the sun slides away

 

[cascadiabound]

Steady rain drums down
Winter blooming camelia
Glowing flow'rs of red

 

[cascadiabound]

You never cease to make me smile
Bright blue eyes, triangle ears, fuzzy tail
It is to me you come
Demanding I respond
Sharp nose pokes my thigh
eagerly pawing the air
Serious eyes watching my every move

My constant companion
husky hair adorns every item I own
A legacy that will long outlive you
But for now,
You constantly track me
Relocating to be in your line of sight
Always most content when
You are just with me

My heart is full of love for you
Playful prancing
Early morning stretches
Butt wiggling in eagerness
Hopeful for a walk, a treat, a meal

Our routines now ritualized
Layers of complexity added with time
Ever adapting to extend your life
You saved me when I failed
The love of a dog
There is none more pure

 

[cascadiabound]

It's all about the eyes
Window to the soul
Dual nebulas
Seeing yet blind
Welling up with tears
Give me vision
Help me see
Correction, dialation
Optic nerve examination
Look here my grampa said
Demanding my attention
Clarifying
Do you see what I mean?
Eyes blur
Vision obscured
Spilling salt water
My own salish sea
Revealed relieved
As the tide ebbs
And sleep claims
My exhausted soul

Written while at the eye MD

 

[cascadiabound]

Cherry toy chest
Old steamer trunk
Footlockers two
Antique Chinese chest
Camel back trunk -
Restored to original beauty

containing hopes
And memories too
How many trunks
Does a life need

There are no steamers to take
Orders to show up for
Or children's toys to contain
These boxes may yet be
my own box for pandora
Or cassandra
Time will tell

 

[Mrtenant]

Summer Dog Walk

Meandering down the walkway
Her leash pulled tight
The little doggie is everywhere
Sniffing this and that
Leaving her scent
Cicadas in the trees singing their song
And that amazing Husky
Pulls you left and right
Doing much the same
Sighting squirrels and rabbits
Birds singing and flying
Pecking at something
Airplanes overhead
A cars engine in the distance
As we giggle and talk
Walking the doggies together
Enjoying the Summer sun
Green lawns and colorful flowers
Holding your hand
Your voice in my ears
Smiles shared across the years
Time zones and worlds
Speaking of family
And work, and weekends
And joking and flirting
And the warmest most amazing hug
Reluctant to let go
Letting go with a lingering kiss
And trailing fingers
Just walking the dogs

 

[cascadiabound]

The language of grief
No words are adequate
The heart heavy with loss
Oh how loss reverberates
My heart breaks
No way to count the cost
I'll raise my glass
To your life well lived
Fierceness embodied
a generous spirit
A dark soul
Yet full of light
A single candle burns
To light your way
Hasten your feet
Your luv awaits
My heart breaks

@SinfuIDreams

 

[cascadiabound]

Less distress
though grief abides
Creasing my brow
My heart crumpled
Your hugs do soothe
That red thread tugs
While we struggle
Unwinding tangles
Building bridges
Resonant souls
This distress
Will soften
My tears
Will dry
Tincture of time
Do your work
I'll wait awhile

 

[cascadiabound]

Christmas
Now past
Grief wracked days
Packing the garlands away
Overcast nights no more lights
Their precious ornaments wrapped in paper
Quietly I pray, waiting for an epiphany
Liquid sunshine dances down my rainchain
Pandora tunes coax my mood
a candle burns
kiss me
please
​

 

[PlanetaryNebula]

The language of grief
No words are adequate
The heart heavy with loss
Oh how loss reverberates
My heart breaks
No way to count the cost
I'll raise my glass
To your life well lived
Fierceness embodied
a generous spirit
A dark soul
Yet full of light
A single candle burns
To light your way
Hasten your feet
Your luv awaits
My heart breaks

@SinfuIDreams

Beautiful tribute to a beautiful soul.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

one
by one
lights gone
that lit the green
in golden warm sheen
boxes fill
a door away until
the season returns at last
days crawled at first, then so fast
a once bare tree
wrapped in one, two, three
and more colorful lines and dots
a path through the cold by candled spots
hope
at home

​

 

[PlanetaryNebula]

Well... Hell

And hope and also sorrow.

Elation. Joy. To feel pride,

In yourself and in others.

To feel Shame. In yourself and in others.

Longstanding undercurrents of fear. Unending grief that cycles with the moon. It waxes and wanes but comes full of a month.

All to dust. All for what?

Waxing and waning, high and low tide...

Pain in your heart for the hurt hearts in others. And for your own hurt heart as well.

To feel happy ; if only for a moment.

A feeling ,

Forever fleeting but never extinct.

 

[Mrtenant]

Well... Hell

And hope and also sorrow.

Elation. Joy. To feel pride,

In yourself and in others.

To feel Shame. In yourself and in others.

Longstanding undercurrents of fear. Unending grief that cycles with the moon. It waxes and wanes but comes full of a month.

All to dust. All for what?

Waxing and waning, high and low tide...

Pain in your heart for the hurt hearts in others. And for your own hurt heart as well.

To feel happy ; if only for a moment.

A feeling ,

Forever fleeting but never extinct.

You totally get it. Nicely done. Now, your words are a monument, to your experience. Beautiful.

 

[PlanetaryNebula]

You totally get it. Nicely done. Now, your words are a monument, to your experience. Beautiful.

Jeez now I’m blushing. Thanks Mr T

 

[cascadiabound]

A marzipan pig
Chocolate covered cherries
Almond roca
Smoked oysters
Wedges of chocolate orange
Candied love
Mulled wine
family traditions
old and new
Blended
Traded
Honored
And will again
Next year

 

[sirhugs]

A marzipan pig
Chocolate covered cherries
Almond roca
Smoked oysters
Wedges of chocolate orange
Candied love
Mulled wine
family traditions
old and new
Blended
Traded
Honored
And will again
Next year

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