My lovely friend Shannon has graduated from Acadia school of music. Her concert was Tuesday Night. It was amazing. Such strength and creativity. I was proud.
Category: Poetry
It arrived!
It’s that time of year again. The spring issue of Taproot is here. There are so many awesome things in this issue. It’s so relevant to what is going on in my world. Like they read my mind. Seriously! There’s a recipe for rose petal rice pudding and a knitting pattern for a beautiful hat and fingerless mitts.
I’m Free
Held hostage
my thoughts are not my own.Like a pantomime I go through space.
Controlled from afar.
The ties of a puppeteer constrict my breathing,muffle my emotion.
I’m struggling against their force,feeling the surge of power.
That power feeds my seeds of anger,small growths that are blossoming into a force that I’m fearful to use.
Cutting those ties means freedom,a freedom I’ve been ignoring,holding fast to the past.
Not wanting to go forward alone.
Those ties holding me are made of string, not steel.
They never gave me support, just a false sense of security.
They were never truly holding me, though I felt them.
Like a lie, I need to reveal them for what they are.
False hope, a manipulation of the truth into a fairytale,only they can believe.
I will not be held hostage anymore.
I’m free.
Dawn
The View
The View
It’s a narrow view through those eyes.
Dead set on making a mountain of misery,
From a thread of truth.
Lies flow easy.
Just like truths to some.
Rotted, stinking truths.
The thing is,
I see the view,
It’s not pretty, from where I’m at.
By
Dawn
What Remains to be Seen
What remains to be seen
He’s painting like a writer writes.
In layers of colour.
Like similes and metaphors.
Transforming meaning with each stroke.
Mixing words into truths.
The colours bleed through.
Another word scratched into place.
Leaving a telltale scar we can trace.
Then a knowing starts to appear before your eyes.
Like words removing their disguise,
A form takes shape,
Demanding to be seen.
But what lies beneath?
Remains to be seen.
Written by DawnHiprose
Tap Root:Song
The new issue of Taproot magazine arrived yesterday. Love this quote.
And this art work:
Final Thoughts
We had a great time last night at The Rebecca Cohn with The Blue Dot Tour. Inspiring words from David Suzuki made me rise today with a new outlook on our planet and our place in it. Shane Koyczam’s words from his beautiful poem stay with me “the seed can’t see the flower”.
Beautiful Words
Shane Koyczam: poet on the Blue Dot tour.
Wednesday Market Day
Today I spent my time finishing projects, and starting new ones. I didn’t travel to my writing group today. I’ve learned that I can’t make time and it won’t stand still for me. My Wisp Wrap is almost complete. Which is good because I want to wear it on Saturday!! I have to decide on ribbons or buttons to secure it. Ribbons would be fun because I can lace it up any which way. The wrap is designed with eyelets around the perimeter.
I found these books at The Box Of Delights bookshop in Wolfville. The cover is what catches my eye then I read the back and first page. If I’m intrigued it’s a go!!
The Wolfville Farmers Market will feed
me before I pick up our CSA share for this week. Our shares have been packed with the local bountiful harvest of late and I’m looking forward to what I may find. Whatever is in season always seems to blend well in a soup, so if all else fails…soups on!! Here’s some great offerings from Frais Catering who will be at tonight’s community supper. Love it!! I wish you could have experienced the wonderful smells from Frais Catering as I was sitting at The Wool n Tart finishing up my commissioned pieces for delivery.
Future projects, the CoBaSi teal/turquoise will be striped socks and the CoBaSi plus in olives will be a drop stitch cowl.
I found these beautiful words in my Taproot Magazine.
It’s here!!!
My new issue of Taproot Magazine. It’s beautiful and filled with everything I need including a sweater pattern.
Dawn's Chronicles 