Exceptional poetry like always Julie. I see black as protector and it acts as a warning device. God gave me three black cats and a grey one a few years ago. All ferals! One of the black ones I named Velvet, and she lives inside and the best cuddled. She absorbs all my anxiety and fear when hold her.
I like your take on black, Charlotte and yes I see what you mean. Black cats have a real charm. I once read that black cats and black and white cats are the most overlooked in rescue centres. Mine was black and white but I chose him for that reason. ‘Velvet’ is a precious name ❤️
Thank you dearly! She is almost her last picture and I am never been around. She just melts in your arms. It’s lovely to take a nap with her. I love tuxedo cats! So cute! 🤵😻
Sending hugs, Julie. Your poems speak so poignantly with such apt imagery about those dark days we all experience at times. I'm sorry your September is starting off that way. I hope it gets better soon. Just writing about it, I imagine, is helpful, not only for you but also for your readers who've also been there.
I can totally relate to the beginning of this...betting on September. Last winter I had big plans to upload my true story book, to Amazon and start advertising. It didn't happen because life got complicated. But I did have a choice... I could wallow, or I could rise up to the challenge. So with a severe tear in my left meniscus, I worked 7 days a week as a window cleaner (on my feet for sometimes 10 hours). I wore a knee brace and prayed for no pain in my knee so I could do it. And it worked. Hopefully this winter I'll get that book up.
I love how you conjure up so many thoughts, stories, images and ideas with your words and from your beautiful mind. There is so much in this poem, including the darkness, where stuff composts, dies, beauty, and the rebirth of that, that grows.
I prefer to be warm and the change is early cold deep to the core at times maybe as I am still dressed for the warmth. Nothing is as it seems, but that's not all bad because there is a balance and beauty to almost everything.
Yes I feel fortunate to be able to find aspects of joy in all the seasons. Yes, I feel imagery and analogy helps us make sense of our situation and apply antidotes to them.
I love how you conjure up so many thoughts, stories, images and ideas with your words and from your beautiful mind. There is so much in this poem, including the darkness, where stuff composts, dies, beauty, and the rebirth of that, that grows. I prefer to be warm and the change is early cold deep to the core at times maybe as I am still dressed for the warmth. Nothing is as it seems, but that's not all bad because there is a balance and beauty to almost everything...
Lovely, and not that dark so much as reflective. I always get a kick out of things like insular peninsula and spangled tangle. The hat pin reminds me of a story I heard the artist Jason Atomic tell on a podcast. He lost a rather splendid hat of his own creation at a party. He cast a spell with the intention to get it back and, although the hat remained lost, better versions of all the different things that he used to make the hat came into his possession in odd coincidences in a very short period of time. He was able to make a much better, more magical version of the same hat. Maybe, just maybe, he now has your old hat pin?
Yeah we shouldn’t apologise for our darkness really should we, maybe that’s why I temper with purple. But when you put it out for others to read, sometimes I feel a little responsibility not to infect others.
Plus of course I’m ‘Mother of Hope’😂😂😂
People probably have a far more glam version of the hat pin than it actually was. It wasn’t all that really but again it’s that feeling of responsibility when something is entrusted to you.
Hats and hat pins are probably meant to be lost aren’t they?To be left at parties to tell their torrid tales.
Exceptional poetry like always Julie. I see black as protector and it acts as a warning device. God gave me three black cats and a grey one a few years ago. All ferals! One of the black ones I named Velvet, and she lives inside and the best cuddled. She absorbs all my anxiety and fear when hold her.
I like your take on black, Charlotte and yes I see what you mean. Black cats have a real charm. I once read that black cats and black and white cats are the most overlooked in rescue centres. Mine was black and white but I chose him for that reason. ‘Velvet’ is a precious name ❤️
Thank you dearly! She is almost her last picture and I am never been around. She just melts in your arms. It’s lovely to take a nap with her. I love tuxedo cats! So cute! 🤵😻
‘Tuxedo cats’ - never heard them called that before! Cute!
They are called that here in the states. One of our Ferals is a gray and white tuxedo. I call him Tuxie! 😻
Always love your poetry and your heart. ox
Thank you. I felt a little dark but I’m back to sunshine today. I’m probably bipolar. Oh well, whatever hey? :)☀️
I get it. I think we’re the same :) ox
Pretty darn black I would say! But that’s the way we do it here, as we sang in the Army.
Indeedy
Stop showing off x
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Sending hugs, Julie. Your poems speak so poignantly with such apt imagery about those dark days we all experience at times. I'm sorry your September is starting off that way. I hope it gets better soon. Just writing about it, I imagine, is helpful, not only for you but also for your readers who've also been there.
Thank you Deborah, I appreciate your kind words and that you took the time to comment. Yes, it’s therapeutic for me. On we go 😘
I love how you can create such amazing poetry in the dark days…not an easy feat 🤍✨keep shining
Bless you and thank you. We take what we have and we do something with it, I guess.❤️
I can totally relate to the beginning of this...betting on September. Last winter I had big plans to upload my true story book, to Amazon and start advertising. It didn't happen because life got complicated. But I did have a choice... I could wallow, or I could rise up to the challenge. So with a severe tear in my left meniscus, I worked 7 days a week as a window cleaner (on my feet for sometimes 10 hours). I wore a knee brace and prayed for no pain in my knee so I could do it. And it worked. Hopefully this winter I'll get that book up.
Oh my goodness, that sounds tough! Life eh? If only it didn’t have that habit of getting complicated.
If it’s meant to happen,it will. And maybe you’ll appreciate it all the more when it comes xx
I love how you conjure up so many thoughts, stories, images and ideas with your words and from your beautiful mind. There is so much in this poem, including the darkness, where stuff composts, dies, beauty, and the rebirth of that, that grows.
I prefer to be warm and the change is early cold deep to the core at times maybe as I am still dressed for the warmth. Nothing is as it seems, but that's not all bad because there is a balance and beauty to almost everything.
Thank you Peter.
Yes I feel fortunate to be able to find aspects of joy in all the seasons. Yes, I feel imagery and analogy helps us make sense of our situation and apply antidotes to them.
I love how you conjure up so many thoughts, stories, images and ideas with your words and from your beautiful mind. There is so much in this poem, including the darkness, where stuff composts, dies, beauty, and the rebirth of that, that grows. I prefer to be warm and the change is early cold deep to the core at times maybe as I am still dressed for the warmth. Nothing is as it seems, but that's not all bad because there is a balance and beauty to almost everything...
Lovely, and not that dark so much as reflective. I always get a kick out of things like insular peninsula and spangled tangle. The hat pin reminds me of a story I heard the artist Jason Atomic tell on a podcast. He lost a rather splendid hat of his own creation at a party. He cast a spell with the intention to get it back and, although the hat remained lost, better versions of all the different things that he used to make the hat came into his possession in odd coincidences in a very short period of time. He was able to make a much better, more magical version of the same hat. Maybe, just maybe, he now has your old hat pin?
Yeah we shouldn’t apologise for our darkness really should we, maybe that’s why I temper with purple. But when you put it out for others to read, sometimes I feel a little responsibility not to infect others.
Plus of course I’m ‘Mother of Hope’😂😂😂
People probably have a far more glam version of the hat pin than it actually was. It wasn’t all that really but again it’s that feeling of responsibility when something is entrusted to you.
Hats and hat pins are probably meant to be lost aren’t they?To be left at parties to tell their torrid tales.
Thanks Julie for your poems they are all so good.I could feel the chill, reading Winter.🖤💜xx
I appreciate you being here and reading. :)
Thank you for these.
Glad they chimed with you, Anthony.
Beautiful poetry Julie. And I have purple shampoo! I agree with the shades and textures of black, you’ve made me think a lot about that.
Thank you Trudi. I appreciate you x
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