Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas
Staring out the window,
I watch my husband trundle our cart down the walk.
He's off to the grocery shop
With a clear list and loving care,
Wholly capable, looking fine,
Mentally ready for Covid restrictions.
All I want to do is kick concrete,
Bang walls and break glass!
That would sure startle the neighbours
On this quiet spring morning.
There is now a period of ...
Monday 22nd June 2020 4:45 pm
On my TV screen,
Female presenters in stilettos,
Seated on sofas
Level with the camera eye,
Look like distorted spiders
With skinny legs askew
And kneecaps poking their chins.
In a whole world of idiocies
I can't imagine anything more stupid
In crippling defiance of human structure.
With black-painted e...
Friday 19th June 2020 12:35 pm
I was twenty-one, self assured, reasonably attractive;
Spreading my wings a bit, testing sophistication
In a black sheath with one bright flower on my shoulder.
I have no idea who my date was that night.
I remember we met friends of his at a popular club,
Four or five couples in a clique-y cluster of tables.
The evening was pleasant enough, people friendly,
Tuesday 16th June 2020 4:43 pm
The week prior to school's re-opening,
I had the first day of my first job!
Right out of Teachers' College,
Hired to teach a Grade Six class
In our capital city, Ottawa.
My dream scenario.
It was an orientation day,
To meet the principal for the first time,
And my fellow teachers;
To familiarise myself with the school,
My own classroom,
And to secure the year...
Thursday 11th June 2020 4:43 pm
This little 'story' might raise a chuckle
If there is anyone else besides me
Who has run afoul of 'associative thinking'.
My husband and I married in Ottawa, Canada,
And honeymooned with my parents in Tokyo.
Dad was a security guard with the Canadian embassy,
A position related to his early army career.
We were made very welcome in the embassy circle,
Monday 8th June 2020 12:39 pm
It's very odd, certain experiences engraved in memory,
Especially ones you wish you could lock up and lose the key.
When I was eight I picked up reading fast.
I had books at school and at home,
And I enjoyed them all.
But not nearly as much as I craved comic books
Which Mummy did not provide.
'The funnies in the newspaper are quite enough.'
But they weren't.
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 12:49 pm
I grew up in a swarm of 'farming folk' sayings,
Buzzing around my head like bees,
Pithy platitudes, remarkably philosophical.
'Life' observations, wrapped in common imagery
Like these three:
'Play in the sunshine, rue in the rain.'
'You planted your own row; now hoe it!'
'You reap what you sow.'
These expressions carried weight.
There were always examples to point t...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 2:30 pm
In a pot on the window sill
I have some small, pink blossoms
Tucked into their green foliage.
The scouring bees
Riding high on air currents
And feisty, little wings
Spot them clearly,
And smack into the glass
With a thump.
I feel bad every time it happens
But I don't move the pot.
They never drop down dead
Or stunned, that I can see.
I wonder what they T...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:12 am
There are many ugly faces
On our TV this morning.
Covid 19 has tested society to the hilt.
But I find the tight-lipped commentaries
On the Cummings affair
Hard to stomach.
It's hard to separate 'political correctness'
From 'self service' in the spotlight.
Sunday 24th May 2020 5:57 pm
I don't want to write. I don't want to read.
I just want to lie in my bed like a seed,
Aware of the sunshine, its brightness and warmth,
Not 'on me', nor 'in me', just 'for me', today,
With its rays marking bars on the floor.
The whole room is glowing, the curtains, the walls,
The smiling photos, the spread on my bed.
But not me.
'Don't worry, dear Sun!
It's just ...
Thursday 21st May 2020 4:31 pm
My mother took me to visit a neighbour
On our street corner.
The lady was very quiet.
She offered Mummy tea and a glass of milk for me.
With a chocolate cookie!
Then she sat down at her beautiful piano
And played a song for Mum.
On top of the piano,
Beside the photos of her 'soldier boy',
I saw a paper covered with water spots.
As we walked home I said, 'Mum...
Friday 8th May 2020 9:15 am
I was catching some afternoon sun,
Sitting on the garden wall by the pavement.
A woman came along with two young children
On their pedal bikes, a boy and a girl.
Riding along the side walk
As Mummy watched closely,
A hand ready for instant support.
They weren't going very fast.
I stood back and smiled, 'Hello.'
Their faces lit up with pleasure
And all three stopp...
Thursday 7th May 2020 12:51 pm
That summer in the island cottage
Was full of interesting 'stuff'
For a curious eight-year-old.
I came home from school one autumn day
And dumped my books at the doorway.
'In the bathroom.' chorused my three younger sisters.
Well, nothing unusual about that,
And I plopped down to rest.
Her voice carried clearly out the door.
Friday 1st May 2020 2:40 pm
In our home with three sisters privacy was unknown.
Sometimes I craved solitude and quiet to read a book!
I had bolt holes.
There was always crawling under a bed quilt.
But that was glaringly obvious, stuffy and dim.
And the blanket pulled on my hair.
A roomy closet with a flash light wasn't bad.
But awkward balancing the book and the torch
And turning pages with ...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 11:47 am
Generally, all Sciences seek the ultimate good
For the Individual.
But Political Science seeks the ultimate 'goodness' goal
For the Community above that of the Individual.
Subject to much opinion, throughout civilised history.
In 'crowd management', control is the greatest factor,
Preferably with co-operation and not coercion.
In a 'co-operative' society opinions push the...
Monday 27th April 2020 5:30 pm
Just a little fun today
In the wonky world of poetry.
'Plato was practical, pragmatic.
Aristotle was 'artsy', objective.'
I found this scribble in a folder: STUFF TO SORT.
How many years ago was that!
I have no idea what I was reading at the time,
Likely a textbook from a students' sidewalk sale.
They jettisoned superb books for pennies.
So, I can't credi...
Friday 24th April 2020 7:46 pm
The canopy thickens.
The great trees once again
Are 'home' for the birds and squirrels,
Their privacy screened from prying eyes.
The spreading boughs are beautiful,
But I do miss their naked eccentricity
And visibility of the small creatures.
These animals struggle through the same cycle
We all share:
Mating – birthing – rearing – and feeding.
Thursday 23rd April 2020 2:43 pm
I throw a cursory glance
From my open window
And a magpie strides across the lawn
Poking about in the grass for grubs,
A big, proud, beautiful bird.
In the spring sunlight
Long, strong tail feathers
Lift and hold as it bends its head
And prods the dirt for food.
Its black plumage is a brilliance
Of bright blue and green and purple.
I watch as it swaggers about
Wednesday 22nd April 2020 3:07 pm
He was not my regular dentist.
I was in the chair, reasonably relaxed.
His fingers were deep in my mouth
When the new assistant, a young lady,
Made a casual comment,
Something about going to the shop
For shoes or a handbag.
His fingers froze in place
And the tips sent shock waves
Through the tissue of my cheeks.
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
He said something short and she left t...
Saturday 18th April 2020 1:57 pm
On a visit with my sister I attended her church
Where she was a devoted choir member.
The minister was young, mid-thirties maybe.
His sermon was broad, well-structured
And basically satisfying.
And yet, somehow, just a bit mechanical.
As I left the sanctuary and approached the exit
Where he stood smiling and shaking hands
There was a little gulf in the press of bodies.
Tuesday 14th April 2020 3:50 pm
I am a sky watcher day and night.
When my spirit flounders
My uplifted eyes restore it utterly.
The beauty of the sky
Opens my soul to wonderment,
As in a raindrop or a seed,
A baby's fist around your finger,
Or a solved equation.
But, somehow, more powerful.
The sheer immensity of Sky, 'Atmosphere',
Forging Life as we know it on planet Earth,
Land and sea, fl...
Saturday 11th April 2020 1:06 pm
The year I was eight
My family lived in a small cottage
On an island of the St. Lawrence River,
Near Kingston on Lake Ontario.
Our new home was under construction
In a government housing project:
'Building for the Boys'.
For war veterans, like my Daddy.
The island was connected to the mainland
With a long, narrow causeway,
The waters on both sides full of lilies...
Monday 6th April 2020 2:38 pm
It was an ordinary music class
Boys and girls together,
Thirty teenagers thirteen to fifteen.
I was strolling down the centre aisle
Addressing the day's study
When something happened, trivial but disruptive.
I made a comment, pointed but not mean,
And not personally directed.
But you never know what somebody else hears.
What nerve has been struck.
Suddenly a lad ...
Saturday 4th April 2020 12:08 pm
Last month I had two 'pieces'
Almost fighting each other
In their anxiety to be 'born',
In even the roughest scribble.
Me First! Me first!
They amused me with their squawking
But they were irritating.
Imagination is amazing.
Where does it come from,
The drive to be alive in words?
The 'need to write' is like a fish
Swimming through weeds in a murky pond.
Thursday 19th March 2020 2:59 pm
In my busy, small town,
On the pavement
Beside the doorway of a small shop,
A battered wire basket
Full of varied books with faded covers
And a thickly scribbled note: 'Help yourself!'
'Ah,' I thought, 'Someone has died.
The books look weathered.
And Somebody is clearing out stuff.
A somebody who cannot bear
To trash or torch a book.
Saturday 14th March 2020 11:32 am
I so remember as a child
Struggling with the idea of 'down under':
Boys and girls of half the world
Living 'upside -down'!
But the joke is -
There's a part of me that still wonders!
Regardless of education,
The bizarre concept tickles.
How could I harbour the humour
Of such a thought?
I do know the whole matter
Is really understanding 'scale':
People on the...
Saturday 7th March 2020 3:05 pm
Early morning in my small town:
Tyres whizzing over pavement
In varied tune of size and speed;
Tits about in bare trees with
Constant chat through twisting twigs.
People and birds are on the move.
But I am still in bed.
Yellow daffodils light the sill,
Their glow of gold as bold as sun.
The flowers and I just 'are'.
How grateful I am for their bright beauty
Friday 6th March 2020 11:24 am
…..... In a simple row boat ….........
Drifting to shore with the in-going tide,
Oars at rest, riding the surging swell,
At peace in my small craft, easy with the elements.
Glancing into deep water over the bow
I see a broad, little fish no longer than my arm
Swimming out from shore
Pushing against a dark, lidded pot the size of my head.
The vessel is floating in with the ...
Tuesday 4th February 2020 11:54 am
I feel a peculiar melancholy
As though waiting for a tide of tears
From some part of myself which I do not control.
More refreshment, I think, than despair.
'Sheer nonsense.' chides my brain,
But I take no heed.
Life is not purely Reason, Physics or Emotion.
Balance - all is Balance.
I'm not Libra-born for nothing.
As I grew out of childhood
And became more knowl...
Saturday 1st February 2020 5:00 pm
Life is not all tea and roses.
Sometimes, it's slops and skunk cabbage.'
And Mum would add a line,
'Deal with it.'
Wednesday 29th January 2020 3:34 pm
That spring the twins had just turned five.
We were visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Canada,
Enjoying every minute with them,
Chatting and laughing, sharing stories.
AND – they had COLOURED TV!
One morning I awoke naturally,
My window was open to the street.
The neighbourhood was so quiet
You could have heard a footfall a block away.
I hung over th...
Monday 27th January 2020 7:36 pm
Oh Me, Oh My!
I don't have the physical energy
I used to take for granted.
Now - pinches and jabs without warning
And the need for more rest,
Preferably in my own bed.
I'm so blessed to have a wide window
And from my pillow, trees to see.
Reaching tall over the rooftops,
Dominating the street.
In mid-winter, stripped to their naked cores,
Tuesday 21st January 2020 4:49 pm
The late afternoon sky was magnificent,
Mounded with great clouds
Sweeping overhead at different altitudes,
Bathed in the slanted rays of the sun
Dropping into the scarlet west.
I stopped at the hospital entrance
Thronged with people
Coming and going with decisive steps,
Eyes cast down, focussed on private thoughts.
A little early for my appointment,
I leaned a...
Saturday 18th January 2020 3:58 pm
My dad said,
Rubbing his nose and laying a hand
Across his heart,
I do wish you'd use your head
Besides keeping your ears apart'
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:52 am
The common room was large,
Seating patients for diverse appointments in the area.
It was well occupied that afternoon.
My husband and I found two, vacant chairs
In the front row of one section,
Facing the same arrangement a few feet opposite.
A woman directly across from us
Was seated with her skirted knees spread widely,
Offering a view 'all the way to China'.
Friday 10th January 2020 1:14 pm
Cancer has a one track mind.
Once it enters your body
Its sole goal is: Destroy The Host!
And it is devious.
If it finds one channel barred
It seeks another.
All the natural subterfuge and medical defence
Cannot protect everything at once.
Your whole self wobbles under attack,
Trying to 'keep its feet'
As the very ground shudders.
TIME! Treatment buys time....
Monday 6th January 2020 2:16 pm