My Forest Speaks

Good Day Peace Garden "peeps", it's so nice to be back.~ Yesterday my husband & I traveled into the neck of the woods were our son's fam* lives. Our grandson was turning a decade yesterday & we wanted to be sure that we were there in person on his special day to celebrate once again his entry into the world. So without fanfare this

Nana & Poppy took our grandson out in the afternoon for some old fashioned ice cream & a right-on hole in one miniature golf game. It was a lot of fun, & we really did enjoy our little threesome! That evening we joined the rest of our son's fam* consisting of him, our lovely daughter-in-law, 8 year old granddaughter, & the newly decade old birthday boy for an Aussie dinner at the Outback. The very same restaurant where the birthday boy's dad worked when he was attending college. It was of course the first phase of birthday season for him, for next will come our grandson's friends party, & later on in September the big extended family party. My son Tyler & I were seated next to one another last night during dinner & he said, "You know mom, I've noticed there hasn't been a lot of activity on the blog lately." "That's true I replied", as I've had some very heavy serious issues that he of course has known all about. "The ongoing situation has been pretty much zapping a lot of my creative energy, plus I don't want to put anything out there that is negative, as it's been a very hard time." Tyler went on to sort of tweak me stating, "Oh you just want to share only the good things, & not be honest about sharing some of the negative things in your life.." I thought of course what it was he said during dinner, as later that night I was on the phone with my dear friend Marge, & expressed to her some of what came from Tyler's & my conversation. She & I were in agreement of not wanting to put anything out there that could be deemed negative. Late this morning during one of our many power outages, I continued to think about all of this & decided that if I were to put pencil to paper once again, & perhaps write a poem that could honestly express what it is I've been feeling regarding a situation that has been ongoing now since the very end of 2011, then perhaps through this process I would be able to continue to make some sense as we human beings have a tendency to want to make sense out of the chaos of our own lives, that perhaps I would be able to be courageous enough to share what it is, that's brought me to this point. So here goes, it's a bit lengthy, but says what needs to be said, it is as honest & true as I know how to be, & really does speak for it's self. After some in depth musings it's title took on it's own voice, & of which it titled it's self~

My Forest Speaks We have been through this some-what before of what it is, is what~ a thin existence of an act a veil, a life, a that you of a former grandeur time gray crack upon your floor such discontented roles we've played yours glamorous and bold and I made meek yet strong beneath a hand that swung to hurt they say the wiring's all been done your system what a curse now grows a tree from family times uprooted and unhinged it's untruths permeate the soil yet toil is what we did for I for you, and you for me an illness grew so strong magnificent in shapes and hues and rages of your storms you have it still, upheaval days though less your impact stings my love that you have given life what great despair within as generations follow since the wounds are carried deep I weep no more, I do weep some as family sagas meet upon the roads of varied turns of this way and of that it's fostered hurts divisions deep so fragile in each crack can't tell where it will lead us to my path it leads towards hope with prayerful thoughts forgiveness be it is a mindful scope can't say I'd choose this way again if I had known the traps but after all, when illness strikes it leaves a body flat no matter what, I've no regrets to do what's best for you and will take care to live my life respect the golden rule my family has exceptions our tree it suffered rot from so far was abandonment and violence from that lot and now these times are grayer some do, some don't, do care but I will do my best for you our hearts know will be there will never be the victim of powers you deemed great and if some others copied you that is a choice they make instead I've chosen kindness straight though times misunderstood am only human, person one your tree does still confuse but that is of an illness of which not all can see afflictions deep at times roots weep grow forth a life that's sweet. ~ Yes it's been a long time coming, the continuation from my forest of thoughts, but all in all no matter what an individual has experienced with each & every breath we do have choice, & today my choice was to write a poem, & to share. And so completes today's ongoing process of living a life, & the ongoing project of~ Poetry A Muse In Motion.