Month: March 2023

Love Sees Beauty

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A souvenir picture from this Winter, frost on the rear window of my car. 💙

Love Sees Beauty

Love sees Beauty in ‘imperfections’,

in the ‘ordinary and common’ sights,

in the chaos that births creation

where awe and wonder delights.

Love sees Beauty present in every form

though judged by many a human-

feet, ears, nose judged ‘too big’, ‘too small’,

‘too little’ fat or ‘too much’,

‘too short’ in stature, ‘too tall’,

‘bad hair day’, no hair at all,

warts, pimples, scars and wrinkles-

Love sees Beauty through it all.

Love sees treasures of Beauty

in rocks, in weeds, in grasses that sway,

in taken-for-granted inventions,

in Nature’s abstract and fractal formations,

in sunset skies reflected on water,

in weather ‘events’ or calm of a day.

Love sees Beauty in the artist’s mess

transforming chaos into creations-

spills, sound-jumbles, rips, smudges, smears,

trash-treasures, excavations, explosions

moving dirt to build, to form

something new like the formation of stars.

Love sees Beauty through it all.

We see through the ‘eyes’ of God

when we see through Love for all.

March 27, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Meaningful Short Sentences

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Abstract Tree and Shrub. I created this from a night photo I took around Christmas one year by swinging a camera I had at the time then playing with the image in Photoshop software. It has nothing to do with the poem except the creation of meaning. 🤗😂💕✨

Meaningful Short Sentences

Short sentences

command, demand,

reveal, conceal,

uplift, depress,

heal, stress,

agitate, motivate

and more…

Punctuation

or tone of voice

adds layers

to context

even more…

Start. Stop!

Hold on. Let go!

Come here. Go away!

I see. I didn’t know!

Be well. Don’t tell!

Fear not. Watch out!

You’re hired. You’re fired!

I love you. I hate you!

She said “Yes”. He said “No”!

Move along. Fight on!

Time to go. Stay here!

Thank you. Bless you!

This Language

has more…

Do others?

I don’t know.

March 26, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Immigrants

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This is an old photo of my Great Grandmother and her two children, all of Leeds in England. Left to right is Hannah who took on the surname Dacre then Berry. She lived in Shanghai for a while before joining her son, Christopher Saxon Dacre who had emigrated to Detroit, Michigan where he became an American and then there’s my Mother’s Mother, Dorothy Hannah Dacre who took on the surname Thicke when she married a Canadian and became a Canadian citizen… On my Father’s side, I am only an eighth generation Canadian as well.

Immigrants

We’re all Immigrants here in this Evolving

God’s Kingdom, God’s Queendom, God’s World,

this Alien Garden Planet, our World…

We came here, as the poet Wordsworth says,

trailing clouds of glory from God who is our Home…

It doesn’t matter what Names we assign

to that Home- Heaven, Paradise, Source…

It doesn’t matter what Names we assign

to that God- Names we hold holy, sacred, dear-

any more than how we pray to our God

in postures alone or in gatherings of many…

We can’t ever lose our Root Connection

to the Divine, though we might think it so

losing our awareness of Spirit Home, God,

forgetting God’s Unconditional Love Everlasting,

imagining our bodies as all there is…

We may claim Lands and Waters of Earth,

embrace Technological Wonders, Knowledge

of Scientific Facts, even while still clinging

to primitive beliefs like the World is flat

– or there’s some devil negating God’s power-

negating absolute, omnipotent, glory of God power

-or saying one Religion, one Race, one System,

one Country, one Creed, one Family called Humans

is superior, more worthy, Better and Best…

We are as Immigrant Children on this Planet

of many Languages, many Names- like ‘Earth’.

Even now, our Species struggles to fully Adapt.

When our individual ‘why we are here’ is complete,

we leave behind our bodies, our ‘Immigrant Stories’-

we leave behind the effects of our life-

how we touched the Earth, the Animals,

the lives of Family, Friends and Strangers-

moving back to our Home in God Source again-

where we stay or explore physical life once or

even many times more… Immigrants again…

March 25, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Alien Garden

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This is a composite of some of my photos. This poem may not fit into your present world view but you may wish to read it anyways if curious. You’ll see that the photos of my Word documents show that the program doesn’t know yet how to cope with poetry and poetic licence like all our sightings of UFOs and ETs. Lol! 😂🤣💕✨

Watching Wild Birds

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This is a photo I took outside here weeks ago absent the wild birds and later development of the Spring bulbs.

Watching Wild Birds

Plump pillows behind my back,

a cozy comforter, a hot coffee

warming one hand, I quietly peer

through my window this morning

seeing Spring gently kiss the land.

On the other side of the grey gravel

recycled black pails hold treasures-

Spring bulbs about to flower

amidst fresh blue-green leaves

long and slender, sturdy and stout.

They sit at the base of a rock face-

beige and grey, rust and brown,

cracked and creased and carved,

weathered and mossed in veins,

part of a hill taken away.

Atop the incline by the flowers

of this potted garden of my new home,

I’ve thrown seed offerings to birds

amidst moss and grass and weed

just below the rusty roll of wire-

once a fence, now a perch for birds

watching the farm cats come and go.

In changing seasons and weather,

wild birds flock to my feed.

They’re not even birds of a feather,

this flock of visitors I now see

once more as often before,

males and females, young and old,

all together- sparrow, junco, towhee.

They all travel in flight together,

not minding different colour or size,

finding some reason to be together.

What that may be, I don’t know

but I delight when they’re in sight,

watching them close to the window

as I sit in my cozy nest bed

making sure they’re all well fed.

Watching them chat and dine,

I must say ‘The pleasure is mine’.

My reward is simply that pleasure-

birds and flowers, a visual treasure.

Coffee gone, it’s time to get up now,

change and move on with my day…

March 23, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC