Speechless

speechless among the flowers without language to convey
what happened to me tomorrow, what will happen yesterday

for yesterday’s events are fodder for today, for those who saw
and for those who heard, the speechless stumble

and it is true, we are strobed for Emanation to a degree
but at what cost? And who will be there to cry, or see?

I have done the research, and have not even come close
to learning how light emanates from heaven, into humble

Without Light I just wilt. I sigh. I cry. I wither away
to dust unsaid, to particles unknown, to yet another day.

If they saw its magnificence they would name it Divine.

 

 

 

Copyright 2004 mds. All Rights Reserved

Satin Kisses

“Love the Lord your God
with all your passion and prayers and intelligence and energy”

Mark 12:28-34

The sun blazed hot, molten, orange in my soul that day;
it was the day I said goodbye.
I looked at him and he looked at me;
I thought some more, and then began to cry …
Remembering satin kisses and the like.

Humiliated by my pointless defeat,
I slumped again, into my life of despair and pain.
At this point I knew he would go,
just like I knew nothing would ever be the same …
Remembering his hands, satin kisses and the like.

My feet were bone dead weary so long ago
that I cannot even say or guess how long. I just know.
I know this in the same way I know that I will likely never belong …
Remembering his strength, satin kisses and the like.

He was, and is, no ordinary creature of daylight
places or of simple male spaces.
Has more than I thought I knew,
of various names and complicated faces …
I remember gentleness without guile, satin kisses and the like.

He has left his lasting fingerprint
on the very fabric of my heart, and even my soul.
Leaving me to wonder once again,
if it is my place or destiny, to ever be whole …
Remembering with tears not soft, his satin kisses and the like.

 

 

 

copyright 2005 mds. All Rights Reserved.

 

A Night in the Life

Fiery K. Tarot's avatarThe Spinsta Life

I come home from work so abnormally tired and sleepy (for the second day in a row) that I think back to my first trimester pregnant days. I can’t even stay up, I get in bed before it’s barely dark.

black cat 3.jpgBut I don’t fall asleep.

And at 10 pm I am overwhelmed with the absolute need and unshakable belief that I have to have a specifically smoked honey deli ham sandwich on specifically Italian bread and I MUST have mustard to go with it. I tell myself to go to sleep and forget about it but I get up anyway and go to the store to buy the exact ingredients I need, including extra mustard just in case I go through the entire container that’s in the fridge, come home, and eat two of my Specific Sandwiches. I’m happy and satisfied.

I go back to bed.

But not before, in…

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Asperitas Clouds: Just now noticed?

Photo above: Asperitas clouds over north Dorset @ Jo Adams 

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Interesting to me. The Cloud Appreciation Society says that  “This cloud has always appeared – no one is suggesting that it is new to the sky – but we have been able to identify it thanks to our international network of sky-aware members around the world, brought together by the powers of the interweb.”

But something this big didn’t get noticed until 10 years ago?

Why was it only recently recognized that here was a cloud that didn’t fit into any of the standard cloud categories?

I have to wonder if it has anything to do with our Earth’s changing atmosphere and climate. Or with the chemtrails being sprayed periodically in recent times. I’m not sure where the Cloud Society gets its information that it “has always appeared.” It has “always appeared” but no one ever reported it or noticed it? 

At any rate. Interesting scientific/environmental info. An article by Tiffany Means which was printed in Farmer’s Almanac follows:

Earth’s Newest Cloud Looks Downright Apocalyptic

There’s no doubt that clouds can sometimes look scary. During severe summer storms or spring tornado season, certain cloud formations can cause the sky to take on an eerie, ominous look that resembles more of an apocalypse or a scene out of Doomsday than a weather event. Asperitas clouds are no exception.

What Is An Asperitas Cloud?

Asperitas (previously called undulatus asperatus) is the newest cloud to be recognized by the weather community since the 1950s. If you spot one you might think you’re under the sea rather than under the sky. That’s because asperitas, which form in the undersides of clouds, resemble stormy ocean waves. It’s from this that they take their name which is Latin for roughness.

What Type of Weather Do Asperitas Clouds Bring?

Seeing these eerie, low-level clouds loom overhead may be unsettling, but they don’t produce rainfall or ill weather. However, asperitas are often observed around the same time thunderstorms form. Scientists believe that turbulent air, similar to air found in storms and along weather fronts (where air masses clash and cause vertical motion and wind shear), is responsible for the formation of these ominous looking clouds. However, asperitas have also been sighted in relatively calm weather, too.

The People’s Cloud?

Cloud watchers were among the first to spot these mysterious clouds nearly ten years ago and are given much of the credit for getting them officially recognized. As the story goes, Gavin Pretor-Pinney, a cloud expert and founder of the Cloud Appreciation Society, took notice of the hundreds of photographs shared with him by cloud enthusiasts across the globe. Just as puzzled by what he was seeing as his members were, Pretor-Pinney petitioned the UK’s Royal Meteorological Society and the World Meteorological Organization to investigate the rogue cloud in more detail back in 2008. After years of researching images of the unknown cloud, scientists agreed that these unusual nameless clouds did not fit the description of any existing cloud types. So in March 2017, asperitas joined the over 100 other clouds listed in the WMO’s International Cloud Atlas—the world’s “cloud bible” used for classifying and observing clouds since 1896.

Your Best Chance To See Asperitas Clouds

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Photo from Farmer’s Almanac

While asperitas clouds have been observed around the world from Alabama to New Zealand, sighting these dramatic clouds is quite rare. Most sightings have one thing in common though—disturbed weather. So if you ever find yourself in a thunderstorm hotspot like the Great Plains, or anywhere within view of the sky just after storms have passed, be sure to look up.

 

tiffanymeansTiffany Means is a freelance writer and a degreed meteorologist. She specializes in weather forecasting and enjoys making the subject of weather (and the science behind it) more relatable. She currently resides in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.

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Cool things to do with the Cloud Appreciation Society,
especially for kids who like science:

We love clouds. Read our manifesto and see how we are fighting the banality of ‘blue-sky thinking’. If you agree with what we stand for, then join the society to get your very own membership certificate, badge, Cloud Selector and to start receiving your ‘Cloud a Day’.

 

 

Gospel Truth

I was his wife
I was his life mate
I was a part of him
I know he was part of me

Was his wife remembered
Was his love returned
Was any of it worth it in the end

His wife blended into history, then obscurity
Wife to companion, companion to harlot
Wife to harlot, harlot to whore

I was his wife

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2006 mds. All Rights Reserved.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

I used to love reading these to my now 14 year old when he was little.
The humor in them is HILARIOUS; Frank Baum is a genius, and the illustrations are the Bomb. These are a whole different world from the movie and even more amazing in my opinion. And now I have found them on audio on youtube!
Ideal for listening to with your little ones as they fall asleep at night!

Audio Version: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank Baum

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List of the books in order

I Walk Unadorned

I walk unadorned, naked
unfettered .  .  .
dropping my clothes as I pass.
Each day my jewels fall
to the ground .  .  .
beneath my feet, bared
to the stones beneath them.

Honesty  .  .  . is it so rare?
Truth, did it ever exist, like this?
But the stones are kind
as stones may be.
The stones are more than
and less than, I see.

I walk unadorned, freed.

 

 

 

 

Copyright mds 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Photo free from Wikimedia Commons

 

I Share My Grief

I share my grief in private places.
Blanket pressed hard to my face
in the dark, in the bathroom, door
closed behind me bent over the sink.

I share my grief in private places.
Smoothing it with lotion onto the
skin of my belly, deceptive and
swollen, yet emptied.
Bereaved in its own special way
echoing the pain that throbs beneath
the surface of every blood-run vein,
every artery connecting all the parts
of my useless body.

I share my grief in private places.
In my thoughts. In my feelings.
In the moments between when
they look at me, in the moments
their backs are turned.
I share my grief in my solitude.

I share my grief in the patches of
Light and in the patches of Dark, that
mark the timeline of my life today.

I share my grief.

 

 

 

copyright 2007 mds. All Rights Reserved.

Six A.M.

when i want to

hold my baby

in my empty arms

 

i reach across

i stroke the hair of

the ones before my eyes

my fist unfolds

it dulls this ache

left by tiny

footprints

 

copyright of poem and photo both: mds 2007. All rights reserved.

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