Nature’s Rebellion


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                                           Painting by Melba Christie

 

As a grandmother I seem to be more in tune with the things that will affect the future of my grandchildren. I want them to inherit a clean and healthy environment. I want them to feel what it like to run freely on the leaves of grass and through fields of lilies. I recently saw footage of the enormous damage caused by wildfires in California, Washington and Oregon.

I wrote Nature’s Rebellion after watching video about the devastation caused to wildlife and homes in these areas.

 

 

Nature’s Rebellion

Grassy foothills

now an eerie white

my heart broke at the sight

 

Thick layers of smoke

block out the baby blue sky

a 3000 year old Sequoia

reaches out its towering limbs

as if to ask the heavens

to be saved from the smothering blaze nearby

 

Wildfires everywhere

totally out of control

wait for El Niño

to drench the earth’s soul

 

Some say fire

and some say ice

Nature’s Rebellion

Who knows what sacrifice

 

Whatever we do now

may not suffice

 

My canvas impatiently waits

for me to paint

the landscapes of my dreams

fields of full of lilies

lavender and sage

Daffodils dance their coming of age

We need to remember

our world is one stage

 

come one and come all

to witness our survival

before it’s too late

be thoughtful, less careless

Don’t let our planet’s death

Be our fate.

 

 

Another Award to Cherish


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I was bestowed this award for simply following the stories of a mother who stood by her adult daughter with great courage and passion for life. Unfortunately the daughter lost her battle with the illness that debilitated her. Tersia Burger’s courage is not one to be measured but a measure to aspire. I applaud her unconditional love for her beautiful daughter. It must have been so difficult to write her pain. But I am sure she helped so many others in the process. So Tersia I am once again humbled by your award. http://tersiaburger.com/2013/07/01/the-loyal-reader-award/

She posed a question and here it is:

If you were on a deserted island, how would you survive?

I would survive simply because I can cope with solitude. However, I would suffer great grief if I would be separated from my family. Another few things that would disappoint me would be not having a Barnes and Noble close by and of course a Dunkin Donut shop.

 

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May Day Memory of A Friend


Beautiful K

Memories galore

of the things I adore

rush into my mind

to remind

me 

to remind 

you

about the things 

that really matter in life

like friendship for example

I see my best friend 

holding on tightly

to her bright pink ribbon 

giggling uncontrollably 

when she notices

I am tangled up in a ribbon 

of  sky blue

I point to her 

and chuckle too

because what she does not 

realize is that she also is 

wrapped inside a cocoon 

We were only eight and a half

free to laugh, 

happy to take turns being so silly.

It was a May day to be exact

when we promised 

to be friends forever

and to never, ever

forget the happy times we shared.

My friend has suffered much 

more than anyone can bear

when we talk 

I make sure she knows that I will always care

but her heart is broken

beyond repair.

So now I hold on to her ribbon

hoping she finds solace somehow and somewhere

and learns to laugh again

I see her in my mind

untangled at the Maypole 

where we once 

danced round and round

as she giggled so care free

I’ve become her memory 

she counts on me

to bring her back 

to that beautiful May day

when she had not one worry in the world

she smiles and grabs my hand real tight

and looks into my eyes

to tell she is alright

and won’t give up the fight. 

Melba Christie

 

when you smile


 

when you smile

a heart is bound to leap

even when deception has kept it

sound asleep

 

when you smile

the image is for keeps

when you smile

someone might smile right back

and put you back on track

 

when you smile

you help someone ease their pain

when you smile

the world may smile with you

and keep you sane

 

when you smile

no one can lose

and no one is to blame

 

when you smile

the alternative is to choose

to be happy

and find that all in life

is still worthwhile

so as the song says

just smile.

 

 

 

What I Want to Forget


I have always feared the idea of developing Alzheimer’s. I cannot imagine not being able to recognize a loved one. I dread thinking of myself being incapable to handle a fork or knife because I have forgotten how to use them. I find this disease one of the saddest and most lonely. But sometimes there are things that I want to forget. There are things that I love to erase from my mind completely. These feeling emerge when I contaminate my brain with too many horrific headlines. The following poem is about the things I want to forget. What are some things that you want to forget or erase from collective memory?Please submit your comments.

 

What I Want to Forget

 

I want to forget the images of under nourished and abused children.

I want to forget the cruelty inflicted upon human beings in war-torn nations.

I want to forget some of the stories I heard as a child about the Holocaust.

I want to forget that so many people in this country go to bed hungry.

I want to forget how so many suffer with incurable diseases because there is no funding to find cures.

I want to forget the sounds of the respirator hooked up to my sister when she was in diabetic coma.

I want to forget about the social wars we wage every day with out end like the war on drugs and violence.

I guess I just want to forget the bad stuff. I want to forget the stuff that questions our humanity.

I suppose I am a dreamer. Or maybe I am in a dream hoping for a better world when I awake.

I do believe that we can help to erase some of these negative things if we join our efforts.

Our humanity is not a figment of our imaginations. Let’s not conform to say that we will never forget some of these atrocities.

I believe that what we can learn to say is that we will not allow any of these things to continue to happen on our watch.