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Grace


I like dictionaries. Confession time: I used to read our home dictionary for fun as a kid. Just picked a random spot and pored over it for hours at a time. I’m sure you’re surprised by my love of words. 😛

I have been thinking a lot about a particular word this week, thanks to Mumford and Sons’ song Roll Away Your Stone. So many meanings attached to it. Many emotions as well. I chose a couple to put here; the complete definition I found is quite long, and can be found here. Words are fascinating!

grace –n.

1. elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion or action;
3. favour or goodwill;
5. mercy; clemency; pardon;
9. moral strength;
12. The Graces, from Classical Mythology: known as the Charites to the Greeks, and as the Gratiae to the Romans.

Now, a poem for my lovely readers.

Grace

Floating elegance on tender wings
Takes my breath away, and yet
Bestows upon my sails a mighty wind,
Sends me reeling into open water.

I beg forgiveness for my scrutiny-
My eyes are unwilling to depart
From you: your easy manner, your
Favourable countenance, and long-limbed

Grace. You are Terpsichore,
Euterpe, and Erato
 combined;
What a muse I find in you!
Such delight in all I see.

You inspire the best in me, help me
To melt my thoughts and pour them
Into molds of honour, loyalty, truth:
With you, I am more than I thought I could be.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

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See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil


Another from the few poems I wrote for a contest.

Hilariously enough, this post comes on a day of Internet activism. Apparently this SOPA/PIPA thing is a big deal. If the American government wants to be this heavy-handed in their laws, I’m not sure the Canadian government is too far behind them, considering our current P.M. seems like one of those yappy obnoxious dogs that shakes in a purse which, in the case of this figure of speech, is carried by whichever president our southern neighbours elect. I’m sure you’re as surprised as I am that the American government could ever be too harsh! Because they have a such a history of level-headed behaviour. Just check out the Wikipedia article on- oh wait

Long live a free and uncensored Internet!

See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil

The last time we spoke
We were outside my house
Some near-autumn weekend
You looked ten years older than I.
I refused to believe the lines
Cares had dug into your forehead.
(too young to be so old and bruised)

As the world tugged your hand
With stained yellow fingers from smoking,
You sighed like a great gust of wind
(how dare I play the coward and stay silent)

And leaves shook free from the trees
To litter the ground around us.
(how foolish I was to think you might go)

You repeated that everything was fine;
You were just tired today, things have been
(awful gut-wrenching screams broken locks)

All right lately, nothing to worry about,
(how thin your wrists, how hollow your eyes!)

Been keeping busy at school and home.
(you are careful not to mention it)

Small-talk about my latest projects,
(fury bubbling up at my inaction)

And then you were gone, your shadow by your side
(frozen in place all over again)

As I forced a smile and waved good-bye.
(my throat corked closed against the words I must say)

© Bridget Noonan, 2011, 2012.

Three Wise Monkeys (or Penguins in this case)

On the one hand, I understand the idea behind the Three Wise Monkeys (or as my picture depicts, penguins, because penguins are just cuter)- if you see hear and speak no evil, you can’t be influenced by or spread evil. On the other hand, looking the other way out of some demented sense of propriety is ridiculous; you can’t just ignore wrongdoing and hope it goes away, you have to actually do something.
I feel strongly about this topic, maybe.

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Three Word Wednesday Two-Fer


I thought I might mess around with that Fibonacci thing I did before. Since I spaced on last week‘s Three Word Wednesday, I figured, why not do both this week? Last week was erratic, luminous, and omen, and this week is alter, fond and tranquil.

Also, these might be a bit weird; I have Baba O’Riley by the Who stuck in my head, and I’m not sure if that’s related to the weird. It’s a good song, don’t get me wrong, but I’m usually more for Led Zeppelin than the Who.

Bottom of the Ocean

watch
out
for the
luminous
bait of the fearsome
anglerfish-  soothing light luring
its erratic  prey closer to the jaws of their doom.
it’s tough living at the bottom
of the ocean; see
omen of
rising
sea
heights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2o11.

Shakespeare Said It Best

Love allows no impediment to it,
Alters not with the changing winds. Instead,
It flows like rain from the heavens, collects
In our hearts, overflows in everything
We do.  Love is the bright sun in the sky,
Warming the seeds of fondness in this earth.
Turbulent seas calm in the face of love,
Stifling afternoons fade to tranquil nights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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Storm


Not much to say on this one.

Storm

The wind is fierce tonight, she says.
Yes, the wind howls like a banshee
Tears dying leaves from the trees
Bends their branches like fingers
Grasping the edge of a cliff before slipping
Down into a vortex of river rapids-

Do you think we should close the curtains?
No, it makes no difference open or closed
The wind will prowl outside the house
Closing our eyes to it won’t make it disappear
It will just catch us off-guard when it strikes
Bites hard at the throat like a hungry wolf-

I’m going to bed dear it’s late, she says.
Fine, I’ll get little sleep tonight either way
The tick-tock of a sleepy clock marks time
While a fire crackles blithely on the hearth
I’ll find a mark on the wall to occupy my mind
So I won’t dwell on the storm that rages outside.

© Bridget Noonan, 2009, 2011.

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The Butterfly and Bee


“Maybe I’ve been here before/ I know this room, I’ve walked this floor/ I used to live alone before I knew you.”

🙂 I like Leonard Cohen. Famous Blue Raincoat is probably my favourite, but Hallelujah is rather well-known, at least through the many covers that have been done. Rufus Wainwright’s was excellent, and k.d. lang’s was pretty good too. Can’t forget Jeff Buckley’s either. Dang, there are so many.

In any case. This is about poetry. Poetry that was kind of inspired by Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream, and I believe might have been written with marker on a piece of cardboard that got rescued from the kindling box. This was on that same trip I took up with the fam-damily up to Balsam Lake.

The Butterfly and Bee

I felt the strangest sense of deja-vu
The other night around the fire
I knew I had been there
Before, I knew that smell,
I heard the same conversation
In the same words, tones and voices,
Felt that very same wind.

I took a moment, frozen
In that sameness of space and time
As though this place was the dream
And the place before, a place
Half-remembered, half-dreamt,
Was the reality.

© Bridget Noonan, 2010, 2011.

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