Saturday, May 8, 2021

Love the Wild and Weird

not-quite Journaling, 12

 Love the wild and weird
I bloom,
or get out of my garden.

 4/24/2021: This poem bit was my reply to someone who asked, “What do you do to help people like the parts of you they think are no good?” Read more HERE.

 

when it rains,
the Fair Folk mushroom
umbrellas

 4/25/2021: New York woke up to rain-kisses. My wee garden (the Fair Folk) and I are loving it. The strawberries and lettuce also loved it (but not for long). Read more HERE.

 

in my neighborhood,
an explosion of tulips
greets the supermoon

4/26/2021: I didn’t get a chance to see any of 2020’s supermoons--the weather was less than ideal, my health was a mess, and 2020 suckethed very mucho. But I think tonight will be perfect for moon watching. More photos HERE.

 

4/29/2021: During a discussion about what works (for me) when it comes to dealing with pain and exhaustion caused by chronic illnesses and a crappy immune system, someone told me, “You’re lucky and privileged to be healthy and young.” Instead of screaming “You don’t know wtf you’re talking about!”, I shared this poem.

 

I woke up
to the familiar
sounds of my city

(buses and birdsong) and the howls
of April, not going gently
into this good
night.

4/30/2021: There were also sticks clacking a mad chant around the balcony. To watch the video that inspired the poem (and more of my ramblings), click HERE.

 

Plant a seed,
feel your magic
grow.

4/30/2021, too: This chocolate cherry sunflower seed popped out of the soil in 3 days! And yes, my makeshift greenhouse is extremely sophisticated.  

 

Say aloe to my little friend.

5/3/2021: I know… GROAN! But don’t judge me. I spent the day being squeezed and pulled by mammogram and ultrasound technicians. My sore boob and I deserve an immature giggle or three.

 

5/4/2021: The Frida-Leia ACEO and the painting on the background were created by my friends Shelle and Stacy, respectively.

 

after rain,
fierce tulips still bloom
fiery curls

5/7/2021: Rain left these petals looking droopy, then came the sun and... curl!

 

I am the poem nature wrote
with her teeth.

5/8/2021: It’s true--she wrote me with teeth, claws, and tender storms.


- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #69: I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot!

39 comments:

  1. Such a lovely way to get to know you better ... these journal posts. To know you is to love you.

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  2. Loving all your snippets, of words and plants.

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  3. It is always a pleasure seeing your garden Magaly and your efforts there (with a feast of eleven photos too!).

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    1. I might've overdone it a bit with the photos, lol! 😅

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    2. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Robin.

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  4. A wonderful collection of words and photographs, Magaly! You’ve been busy this week and so have your garden and neighbourhood. I love the warning: ‘Love the wild and weird I bloom, or get out of my garden’, the mushroom umbrellas and explosion of tulips (my favourite flowers), and the New York allusion to Dylan Thomas. Here’s a little giggle for your sore boob 😊

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  5. Beautiful nuggets of poetry My favourites "I love the wild and the weird..." and "I woke up..."

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  6. I love that first bit very much :D And yay for fair folk umbrellas!

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  7. Here's to the wild and weird in all of us!

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  8. Chock full of poetry goodies. Happy Sunday

    Much🌷love

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  9. another treat as usual. your neighbourhood looks beautiful in spring. can't say that about my 'hood, spring or no spring.
    the painting, loved that Frida trademark of long eyebrows. :)

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    1. I've enjoyed the glimpses you shared of your neighborhood in your poetry. They always make me feel like you live in a poem or story...

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  10. Everyone is a treasure but this one captures my fancy in magical ways
    "when it rains,
    the Fair Folk mushroom
    umbrellas"

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  11. This skipped along like hopscotch on the sidewalks. I love the Fair Folk garden parts and the sounds of the bus and birds. I relate to the uphill battle of not feeling well and using your surroundings to praise what you can.

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    1. Embracing the good is what keeps the bad from driving us nuts, methinks...

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  12. What a wonderful visit! I love your greenhouse, by the way, and I agree with Helen-- to know you is to love you!

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    1. Thank you so much, Bev. I believe you just made me blush. 🤭

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  13. You are brilliant! So much feeling in everything you write! Love them all! Big Hugs!

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    1. Thank you, Stacy. Sending you huge hugs right back!

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  14. I like this, Magaly. It is like reading a condensed diary or journal. I suppose the girl laying on the green with the revolver near her head would be the most exciting.
    Mine would be, "My Aloe Vera plant died for lack of water."
    Another, "Please tall palm tree, wake up after the BIG freeze."
    ..

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  15. Love the way Nature nurtures you and your boob, giving you such magical gifts to refresh your soul. HATE when people say "aren't you lucky" Aaaaargh I tell them "NO...I worked F**king hard to achieve what I have, luck has nothing to do with it" XXX

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    1. People can be very strange creatures, and not in a good way. Nature is so much better.

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  16. Your tiny garden is larger because of your words. "Fair Folk Garden" is a wonderful label for this.
    Thank you for sharing your days, a glimpse into your world.

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    1. You're most welcome, Joel. Thank you for appreciating it.

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  17. Whata beautiful eye you have for your garden Magaly and the love of life.

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    1. Thank you, Robin. I feel the same way when it comes to you and romance writing.

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