The blog of Pamela Schloesser Canepa….reflections on writing, family, dogs, learning, books, and almost everything from mundane to weird.
We Are, a Haiku
Hurricane Irma Aftermath
(c) 2017
We are resilient,
Surviving the storm’s effects,
We are Florida.
**I’d like to offer a genuine prayer for the hurricane victims in TX, those enduring fires in the Northwest, and victims of natural disaster all over the world. May your spirits rise you up until circumstances improve.** I was humbled by this woman enjoying her kayak in the flooded street my neighborhood. Her smile touched me.
God bless us all!
Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Diana at parttimemonsterblog.com. If we were having coffee today, on August 18, I’d tell you I’m glad for a new school year in a job that I love, but I’m tired. I dream about distant shores, maybe since I didn’t travel much this summer, and my writing projects are on hold until I have the energy.
I’d tell you to stay safe during the upcoming eclipse, but to enjoy this natural phenomenon, because nature is the greatest thing in this world, and we should all appreciate it much more.
I’d also tell you I’m terribly sad for our world, and I am praying for peace while I avoid the news today. I just can’t take anymore of it today. I penned a poem expressing my frustration.
(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2017.
On that note, I am signing off to spend some time with a loved one, enjoy some play with my dog, and hopefully have time for reading and appreciating nature! I suggest you all do something today that makes you appreciate this world.
Does anyone have a different hobby that gets them away from reality?
Have a great weekend, and check out the other coffee shares at parttimemonsterblog.com! You may even want to add your own.
I see two Americas
each believing they are right
polarized to different margins
there is no middle for them.
I see two value systems
each in extreme form
leading many to believe
that they must choose.
There is no middle ground
and your actions can’t be wrong,
if you are right. Right?
After all, this is a fight.
I see the colors fading,
only into black and white
there will be no gray, and certainly,
no other colors here.
I dream it could be different,
and I’m called so many names.
They say I’m too scared to fight,
that I’m too scared to choose.
Dear young one, when you choose,
be clear what you’re fighting for.
Be clear whom you’re fighting with.
Remember, wrong is never right.
Dear young one, don’t be scared
to stand up on your own,
to resist the leading group
and to bring peace in this world.
Of course, I am only dreaming
of a country that:
accepts difference
promotes peace
talks through disagreements
never uses violence
let’s an individual choose
gives more than two options
respects all opinions
lives in democracy.
Perhaps that is Utopia,
and maybe just a dream.
Maybe I am just a dreamer,
so throw tomatoes at me.
Yet all is not yet said and done.
There is still a tomorrow unknown.
Maybe I’ll see that I had a right
to sit and dare to dream.
(c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I am only silent
since I think before I speak.
I am only silent
because I’m not ready. Don’t rush me.
I’m silent because I think things through,
because there is so much,
Not because I’m less than you.
I’m silent not because there’s nothing there,
but because there’s so much there
beyond this moment.
When all is shuffled and well-placed,
I shall no more be silent.
Photo taken of me in 1991 while in CO.
(c) 2017, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Yesterday I was young,
but a new day has begun.
Every day is youngest at its dawn
If I look ahead I can go on.
Yesterday has brought me here,
why would I deny it?
Yet, I can’t stop at yesterday,
Nor can I sit beside it.
Let’s sing a song of yesterday,
when we were fresher, younger,
then put such thoughts safely away,
and as new people, strive onward.
*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge! Can you believe it’s almost over? I’ve just about done it! Each day this month, I have written something based on the next letter in the alphabet. It’s been challenging and fun while giving me a chance to pause for reflection as well.
Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge? Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com
Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
Beware the underdog
Who is simply a wolf
In the clothes of the last sheep
He roughed up.
#AtoZChallenge I am blogging for every letter of the alphabet in the month of April. Each post will tell you a little something about me. This one is a free verse poem that is a spin on the old proverb and speaks as to some of my experiences. I have long befriended the underdog. Still, when the underdog becomes king of the hill simply due to his victim story, don’t be the one who put him there. Especially if he stepped on you to get there. Was it his main aim to simply be king? Then he’s not too concerned with the other underdogs, and there are plenty in this world. Nothing original in these thoughts here; it’s a story as old as time itself. Steeped in metaphors.
Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet. It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.
Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge? Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com
T is for Tree, a poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2017.
The wind rustles through
The branches of a tree,
As if I hear a voice
Calling to me.
You sent your message,
A whisper on the wind
Telling me that all is well,
And I may begin again.
**This post is part of my A to Z Blogger’s Challenge. My theme is “about me.” Not too difficult, right? This post reflects a peaceful walk after a hectic day that included, among other things, a fire in the oven that required the fire extinguisher. No joke! Let’s start over anew tomorrow, please.
Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet. It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.
Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge? Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com
