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BAREFOOT CONTESSA

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Blessed are the man and the woman who have grown beyond their

greed and have put an end to their hatred and no longer nourish

illusions. But they delight in the way things are and keep their

hearts open, day and night. They are like trees planted near flowing

rivers, which bear fruit when they are ready. Their leaves will not

fall or wither; everything they do will succeed. ~ Psalm 1

 

She spit mud which landed –

On his spear

He aimed and she was nearly dead

Behind his shield he stood and wept

His heart was hiding

In her mess of 4 long years of words and love

And long, long nights of building this

 

It is not finished but it is done

And weeping falls on tear baked mud

 

Lay down and I will climb between

Your shield, your heart and it is real

This story we have made of us

A long cold walk to where the road

Is edged by trees and ancient growth

 

Lay down and I will climb between

My other days, my other fears

I will cover where we meet

With fur of bear and antelope

 

A dying starts to sing a song

A song that prays for safer days

And she will keep his corners warm

And he will never walk away

And she will never be the same

 

I felt you shrink into a bird

Inside my trembling, frightened hands

You can fly; I know you can

And I can wait and turn my face

Until we find our way again..

 

Catherine MacAdam

VEGETABLE SOUP

Vegetable soup

Eat your vegetables

Written on my forehead

Written on my mirror too

Eat your vegetables

Try and do what’s good for you…

I like my tomatoes with mayonnaise – lots of it

With salt and pepper on toasted bread

An avocado for dessert

A whole one – I eat it slowly with a spoon

Good for me and good for you…

Full of nuts and vineyard fruit –

On my forehead peeling truth

Vegetables are good for you

Pulling out the chocolate

Melting for the final time – or maybe not

I am getting good at this

Eating what is bad for me

Serving what is good for you

I am eating chocolate

And dipping vegetables for you

Once again the miAbstract Body Photography Jes dancerror claims

Her bowl of bruised and spoiled fruit

Choosing what is good for you

But not for me…

Sticky words and bitter truth

What is good for you is poisoning my appetite

As I drink the vacant juice you left beside your dirty plate

And as I clean and scrape and grate

My forehead words into a soup

Of lies, of poison and of you

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Abstract Body Photography Jes dance

SEPTEMBER SEEDS

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Pentimento – Visible evidence of an alteration to a painting or drawing that indicates the artist changed their mind while executing the painting. This can leave an effect where ‘ghosting’ lines from the original design can be seen through the thinning paint.

Between the scenes and telling me that honesty dreamed dreams of me I found the oddest little seed that promised not reality…not quite real – and yet the dream left finger prints of seeds on me.

I did not leave them knowingly or if I did their scattering had left the sense that what I see was only you and was not me…

But in between…

Crisp the air between us feeds the need to follow and to lead; at once this song was dancing me and I was in its grasp.

Love is all about belief and casts its light indelibly where morning meets the grassy eve and leaves the dew of honesty.

You gave your place with shy retreat and slipped back in so quietly.

Do you watch where I have been and trace a path and watch again as I encounter covering that lets me try again…

The shadows warm and shelter me and there is light between these dreams. Call them back and I will find their gentle path to what we see and what we cover in between…

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Vanitas Stilleven – Omgeving Rembrandt

NEXT TO YOU

Annie look alike

Mrs. Bonino…she is still here. Fat cat, brat cat, my favourite muse and friend. It is not really that we have not been speaking. We have. I have not been writing about our talks because she asked me not to.

She said “Cats don’t talk”…this is not good for your rep baby.. Makes you look a little loose in the brain box if you know what I mean.”

Her advice always cuts to the proverbial point – and I do mean “cuts”.

But today as she was rolling on the floor in her vast flesh and fur she gazed up at me and said, “take this down.”

And so as I ran around looking for a sharp pencil or a not dried out pen and some scrap of paper with space on it, she began to speak.

“Annie,” I said. “SLOW down…I don’t want to miss anything.”

And she said, “You will though, as always, because you are so busy trying to read and write the world that you don’t get the world under your feet.”

“But you said, write it down…and…”

“But look what you are doing,” she said. LOOK at yourself and then listen to me.”

So I stopped and listened. This is what I remember. I may have missed things of course because I did not write it down.

1. Take a chance with your dreams ~ because I want to get next to you.

2. Don’t be afraid of time passing ~ because I want to get next to you.

3. Don’t waste time and do what you are able to do ~ because I want to get next to you.

4. Feed me Friskies which is my favorite food and then feed me more ~ because I want to get next to you.

5. Stroke my fur…I love that ~ because I want to get next to you.

6. And give me all your sweet, sweet loving today, tomorrow and all our days ~ because I am waiting ~ to get next to you.

Thank you Mrs. B.

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Pinterest

 

SCREEN

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The wind slides through

My torn screen door

Hanging on

The bugs creep in

The flies come home

Sometimes I can hear them moan

The long slow death of a filter queen

Sounds a bit like a mating scream

Sounds so tempting

But not so clean

Come on in right through the screen

Take my hand and then take me

I saw an angel in the street

She lay among the flies and oil

I took and washed her sockless feet

And then I watched her turn to me

Her back was open

Torn it seemed

The wind came through

Her moaning back

Torn and formless

As they screamed

The flies and bugs

Gave thanks to me

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Marta Syrko, Musetouch.

CIRCLE FOUND

Black bird

A circle caught my

Thoughts today

Placed me

And my place was found

Once again

Restored my faith

History and next are one

So moving on is moving through

It seems I caught and passed myself

Just in time to start again

It does not matter to me how

The new beginning came

Or how it found me in this place

And gave me peace

And showed me grace

Around and back we seem to dance

And birth ourselves another chance

One by one

We share this too

Always old

Always new

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Pinterest

WAITING TIME

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You’ll be alright here on your own
The question jerked my not so fast
But there was never time to wait
And think about the what to do

Nodding was the only choice
And sadness lifted all again
My skirts of hidden wondering
Folding in their careful pleats

Alright is what I always am
Except when morning darkness seeps
Just before the scraping dawn
Is this a test of loyalty

I wonder once again…
Or maybe just a test of fate
Where drifting days
Have learned to stay
Alone and waiting on the edge
And balancing my wasting love
With staying always true to faith

Behind you is a line I see
Drawn in nightmare shades of gray

And so I ask you please to come
For you, for us and yes for me
I do not know what else to do
And so my days are balancing

My morning dark
My waiting time

 

Catherine MacAdam

COMING DAYS

 

LEOPARD

Shallow shore that follows me

As I touch its foam

Like a tender new love kiss

That stays and waits for more

Water brushes earth and skin

And I brush what I say

The softest sound is whispered here

The softest touch is evergreen

Time gives gifts that drift astray

Randomly it seems

And who can say what length of days

Is true and just while angels play

And watch us strive and dream of things

That may or may not stay

Throw a stone and throw one more

And watch the ripples calling

All that matters in a home

Is love and trust and planting faith

A home of love

A home of prayer

Where people come to safely be

And all the windows look both ways

And kindness at the door

Let us build this house I pray

And I will come

And I will stay…

Catherine MacAdam

Morning feet

Morning Walking

I pull my
socks like mitts

Over clean rows

of morning feet
I pull my
socks over all that comes
The road is hard

My socks
are soft

I pull them tight
Up around my strength

To keep it warm and ready
For the day
I pull my socks

And find no
holes and

pull them tight
I find a place to
touch my feet

Against the ground

The floor beneath my socks

I find a place to
stand in socks

And walk in socks
Between
my feet and what

The day has
warned and sneaked

I pull my socks around
My feet I find my ground
I move my feet

Catherine MacAdam

AWAY

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AWAY

I know we live our own lives and our children are born to do the same. I also agonize for her to be okay when I fear that she is not. Her life is hers to live. And she is very far away.

So try this on for size
In the middle of the
unwashed views
just in front of my
hopes for you
I always hold them just this close
I always hold them in my hands
like the smallest little hummer bird
that cannot ever stay
but always lights a moment
and I look at these
days of flying time
and close my eyes

So fast it always seems to leave
As does she
What matters in the after
places of how I live with what
we’ve said and done
Complete sentences are so overrated
They are not salvation

So here is what I stretch into
instead of falling on my face
I find a place between my self
And watch the play
And watch the dancing words perform
Something that’s not quite a song
But dance they do
I hold my tongue
And whisper out inside my head
Spell it; not straight out
From where I stand
it looks safe and far

I have a child who is very far away
and not safe
I could not keep her safe
I could not keep her dreams alive

by Catherine MacAdam