08 Thursday Feb 2024
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Poem Lost Then Found by Joan Currie
Did a poem visit me during the night?
I asked as I stirred in the morning light.
Did some verse try to rouse me from my bed,
But settled then in someone else’s head?
Some disparate words rattle in my brain,
What do they mean, will others come again?
The day unfolds and at last they are clear,
I pen my poem before they disappear.
It is fascinating to learn what creative connections occur during sleep!
01 Thursday Feb 2024
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Lingering Longer by Joan Currie
Another day awakens, sunlight gently streams,
Yet, I lie entangled in elusive dreams.
Mountains of tasks, a daunting array,
Head heavy with the weight of the pending day.
The dawn whispers of responsibilities vast,
A symphony of to-dos, shadows cast.
Bed’s comfort tempts, a refuge to stay,
But, the world outside demands its sway.
The ache in the head, the burden of thought,
Projects loom, battles to be fought.
In the warmth of the sheets, a plea is said,
To linger longer, and avoid the day ahead.
Ah! If only I could luxuriate in bed for a few more minutes!
25 Thursday Jan 2024
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Encountering a Lynx by Joan Currie
In the moonlit glade, a lynx appears,
Fur-tipped ears, green-gold eyes quelling fears,
A guardian wise, like an androsphinx’s grace,
Yet, ponder, do we anthropomorphize his face?
All-knowing aura, mystique in his stare,
Yet, does he ponder life with a thoughtful air?
Do we project our musings, a human reflection,
Onto the lynx, seeking a shared connection?
In the silent forests, mysteries untold,
Does the lynx ponder more than hunger bold?
Hissing and yowling and screams in the night,
A startling assertion of nature’s might.
The lynx is my children’s favorite wild cat. :)
