It’s the simple things in life that I enjoy the most. When I experience them it gives me a reason to live, they remind me of how great life can be. I begin my sun salutation in a mountain pose in a patch of sun on the grass. I raise both my hands overhead, draw my hips forward, arch my back, open my chest to the sky, I inhale. Life is beautiful, the Earth so precious. I observe all that is around me, I don’t take anything for granted. I am calm, serene, tranquil. The rain has just let up and the sun dances on my skin, covering me in a blanket of radiant warmth. The wind whispers through the leaves and branches of the trees, the force of its words blowing against me in a cool, calm tone. A rabbit comes out from its shelter from the rain and strides effortlessly into the sunlight in front of me. Two robins perched on the wooden gate to my left start to sing their distinct melodies. When I look up to the tops of the tall Maple and Evergreen trees, I watch the luminescent drizzle of the rain being dusted off the leaves and on to the soft earth. The sun reflects through the falling rain, making it glisten, it is a magical sight. A black squirrel scurries across the top of the gate with its beady eyes frightening the two birds away. When I look up way into the sky I catch sight of the clearest, brightest and whitest cloud. I feel like it is close enough for me to reach my hand up and touch it. It looks so soft; I imagine it would feel like a cotton ball, or sheep’s wool. I face my body towards the ground, toes pressing the earth in a downward dog position and I study the glowing aura emanating around each of my toes, a gift from the suns light. The bunny draws nearer to me, staring directly at me with eyes wide, and ears pointed. I observe the fast rise and fall of the creatures body, it is breathing heavily. Only three feet away from me, it hops forward and chews on some grass. The rabbit watches everything around it from the corners of its eyes. Eventually, I watch the bushy tail scurrying away. I exhale. I bring my right foot forward into a lunge and scan the sky. I inhale again. A bird glides in the breeze over my head. The sunlight has shifted, withdrawing my warm blanket. A forceful breeze blows through. A white feather dances carefully with the wind and settles upon my knee. I look up to see two airplanes cross paths so perfectly that their exhaust forms a symmetrical ‘x’ above my head. If it were not for living near the airport I could have easily believed I lived in the countryside. My black cat looks down on me from the patio balcony then wanders back inside. A droplet of rain falls from the atmosphere and forms a small pool on top of my hand. In seconds, there are a few more small pools starting to form. I stand up and start to dance around. The rain pounds down on me like the beat of steel drums, the wind resonates through the trees deep like a bass, birds still sing their high pitch melodies like a flautist, and there is a majestic clash of wind chimes. The sun glistens through the rain once again and I throw my hands up in the air. My feet sink into the warm and wet earth; it feels as if I am absorbing the soul of the earth through the soles of my feet. The pounding starts to slow, the breeze calms, the wind chimes stop chanting, and the birds hush. The world around me goes silent. A vibrant orange and red butterfly lands itself on a leaf by my feet. I shift myself back into my sun salutation pose, lengthening my spine, reaching back, opening my heart to Earth. I take a deep breath in, close my eyes, release myself back into mountain pose, and exhale.
So Long Sonnet
The time has come for us to say goodbye
Entered my life so quick but left so soon
We sit here gazing under the night sky
Our love for each other gleams like the moon
Now suddenly we’re going separate ways
Our time with each other nearing the end
Cherish the moment, this the final day
Leaving the time that once our hearts did blend
We sit here face to face all teary eyed
Knowing once your gone part of our heart will die
Our time together surely has flown
We sing our favourite tune ’til tears run dry
Distance and time dictate our heart’s content
But I’ll never regret the time we’ve spent
Clear-Cut
If I put my hands on a crystal ball
to see everything we created flash before our eyes,
I would probably just want to change one thing
the ending.
Can you hold up your crystal vow
one last time?
before our memories become clouded and opaque.
I fractured our crystal energy
that was once so pure
and the shards drove through you.
they drove through you like
a sharp knife through paper,
except it felt like a drill going through steel.
each piece containing
translucent memories that shined through,
although they weren’t as vivid
and detailed as before.
the crystal ball was so fragile,
yet I was so careless,
so unequipped to maintain it,
hold it close and cherish it.
the light entered through the crystal
and refracted off you,
and onto myself.
that’s when I realized,
we were altering paths.
our rays of light weren’t meant to shine
in the same direction anymore.
and although we are changing directions,
just know that knowing you has changed me,
and no crystal ball could have predicted
the impact you would have on me,
like it couldn’t predict
the impact of me
letting the crystal ball
slip out of my fingers,
and shatter onto the floor.
Prelude
You
are the needle pressed against the vinyl
spinning your familiar tune
you
are the love balled,
echoing from the speakers
at the bus terminal,
faintly.
you
are in the hum of the vehicle I am inside of.
the note between b and c,
that unnamed note between the semitones.
you
are in the silence,
between the space that surrounds me.
you are resonating with each sound wave.
you propagate each mechanical wave of pressure .
you
are the french horn solo,
piercing through the sound of the violins
in that romantic film score,
that the composer knows
will awe and pluck at the audiences
heart strings.
you are the prelude
the muscles in my hands always urge me to play
when my fingertips touch a piano
you are the guitar pick
I use to prevent my calluses
from blistering.
you are the fortissimo
to the gradual crescendo,
that cause the hairs on my arm,
and my body temperature
to rise.
most importantly
you…
you are the haunting melody
that won’t ever stop playing inside my head.
Still There
If you stand
inches away
from one of Claude Monet’s
Impressionist pieces,
you can focus on
a singular speck
of the pointillism .
as you back away
it no longer becomes visible
to your naked eye.
That one speck
fades into a part of the painting
but it’s still there,
hidden.
When you think it’s gone,
it jumps out from behind you.
It’s like when
You look outside and say
“hey the rain has stop—”
just at the split second
when the clouds grumble
and a teardrop hits the window.
That’s what it’s like
when you think you’ve fully recovered.
Expired Love
Our love was electric
so different, eccentric.
You came into my life
and clenched hard like a bite.
It was a rollercoaster that was so shocking
Now the tables have turned and you left,
walking out of my life.
Feel like I’ve been stabbed with a knife,
Bright crimson Red
Now our love is dead.
Cycle of Being Trapped
Agitated and pushed away,
Pulled in, kicked out, just another day.
Locked and mocked, held in place.
Yet I still come back,
Although it feels like a trap.
Inspiration in Art
Discovering new forms of art,
Unlocks parts of our heart.
A chance for transformation,
Leads one striving for determination.
Searching for something that gives a variation,
Vital to our adaptation.
Music From Beyond
Acoustics resonate against plaster and brick
Light and free-spirited
Desiring subdued dream-like state
Radiate bright, caress the night
Sound of melancholy in the tune
Drift off into distant hum;
Harmony.
Gallery 345
Abstract art constructed from light pastels
Decorate walls with soothing, milky tones.
A full house that seats a middle aged man
Wearing a RADIANT vermilion Japanese coat.
Lights dim,
Audience quiets,
Notes sound.
Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet Opus 64
I drift into tranquility.
Jade Rose 