Thought Salad

Tag: postaday

  • Night epiphany 

    I dreamed I was flying the other night,Across the land,  Soaring like an eagle The wind was sweet against my face,  The sun warm against my back Icarus in flight,  But a successful caper this time, Not falling to earth in tragedy When I woke, flightless and sore I sorrowed for the lost night Full…

  • Nostalgia 

    Today I went through my hope chest with a purpose. An idea had been percolating, brewing in intensity for awhile.  A beautiful cedar box, made by my Grandmothers brother for my high school graduation present, over twenty years ago. It’s seen some hard times. Moving from my parents house, to my apartment in Winnipeg, to…

  • Good company 

    The morning sun woke my nerves with an unpleasant jangle It was daytime before I was ready. A late night for me,  but a good one, Reminding me that I’m more than just a mother,  just an automaton put here to do the bidding of others, At home At work For society  I felt a flicker…

  • Quill 

    It’s late at night, and I think about my dreams I’d love to fly around the world,  to experience all the riches it has to offer, Dive into the deepest ocean, Climb to base camp at Everest and stand in awe at Chomolungma, draped in clouds  I want to meet people from around the world, …

  • Tether 

    Invisible strings, Gossamer threads that sparkle Fairy dust,  A gift from God above, Earth below Ethereal in nature, Stronger than steel  Reminding me of the power Of love Giving me my purpose in life, My heart tied to theirs, Forever

  • Pluck 

    What makes some people ferocious?Determined in their path, Full of pluck and vigor? I remember stories of people that awed me, thrilled me Left me questing for my own form of personal success Dauntless and full of courage Growing up, I heard tales Valour road in Winnipeg, Renamed after the Great War from unassuming Pine…

  • Last voyage 

    Once upon a time, the river Styx called to the man. He shook his fist defiantly, and shouted back I’m not dead yet You can not have me! The boatman heard,  and smiled knowingly before raising his sail, continuing onwards. The man fought against the pull,  striving to return to the light,  the warmth from above.…

  • The kitchen 

    We are all a product of our childhoods, A mixture of our life experiences Melting together into a giant pot,  stirred with the spoon of our upbringing,  a dash of tribulation for good measure. The end result different depending on the chef, On the pot, On the ingredients, Each unique in some way Some are a…

  • July 2nd

    The day after a holiday is   anticlimactic,  All the promise gone,  blown away on the breeze of  yesterday, Leaving  you with the faint sensation  you’ve forgotten something, That only half of the anticipated joy  materialized. You can’t quite put a finger on what   The missing piece is, Only that it’s gone,  scampered away…

  • My Canada

    Today is the anniversary of the foundation of my country, but not it’s birthday.My Canada was born in a massive event of the geographical sort.  I wasn’t there,  but so I’ve been told. Once upon a time, Pangaea was all there was,  slumbering in an endless ocean.  It yawned, stretched, and the land heaved apart, …