June 1 2020: We Are Ill

I am not a political person. I barely pay attention to the news. When my mind and imagination aren’t allowed to wander they are directed at the things immediately around me. I am, by and large, oblivious to the world around me. I am privileged to be able to be that way.

This poem is not one of my best examples of wordsmithing and the subject matter is not intended to be inflammatory. I want it to make us think. I want it to make us feel. I want it to compel us to open our eyes. Because we are not well right now as a nation, as one people under God, and we really need to examine why and think about how we can all be better.

Day 16: Burning Planet

My heart goes out to Australia, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines.

Burning Planet

Day 13: Contamination

Our puppy is sick with Parvo. It is a dangerous virus to puppies. Fortunately, she’s doing very well and is being treated by a loving support system of amazing people. Part of the recovery process is keeping her contained while she’s positive for the virus, so that she doesn’t risk getting anyone else sick. Hence today’s poem, late though it may be…

Contamination

Day 302: Monster Night

Happy Halloween my fellow beasties…

Monster Night

Day 290: Morning Muse

I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…

Morning Muse

Day 225 & 227; Untitled & I Breathed for a Dragon

Overdue update. I’ve had a lot on my plate these last few days. I started a new job as a Veterinary Technician (in training) and I’ve been sick. Fun way to jump into a major life change, but go big or go home, right?

Both of these poems were inspired by one of our patients, a Chinese Water dragon. The second poem is closer to what the first poem was meant to be. It’s funny how we can think of something as unfinished then look back and be like “oh hey, that didn’t turn out half bad just as it is.”

Untitled

I Breathed for a Dragon

Day 113 & 114: Storm in a Bottle, Good Dog’s Good Day

Another double post. Got yesterday’s poem written in my notebook but didn’t have the chance to share it. So here is that poem first, followed by today’s.

Sometimes we have an utterly irrational emotion overcome us. It’s a humbling experience because we know it’s irrational and it doesn’t change a thing. In fact, the knowing serves to exacerbate the problem by creating a feeling of helplessness. Art, poetry, writing, these are the tools of release and catharsis and they work wonders.

Storm in a Bottle

My dog has had an absolutely wonderful day today and only needs one thing to make it complete. Pretty sure he’s going to get it.

Good Dog’s Good Day

Day 102: Chrysalis in the Cinders

I went to the park to walk my dog and de-stress from the day. It was a good day, just long and hard and I needed to unwind with my puppy.

The park backs up to some houses, one of which has a fence that is incomplete. The people who live there have a pair of dogs. They’ve gotten out before and caused some minor mischief, nothing serious. They got out again today and chased my dog, who chased them back. The woman who lives in the house came out screaming and cussing at me, furious that I dare walk my dog past her house and get her dogs riled up.

I have no idea why this bothers me as much as it does. It could be any number of combinations of things. This year, is a year of transformation and I think that right now I’m experiencing some growing pains.

Here’s to hope, to love, and to growth.

Chrysalis in the Cinders