Am I Write? # 48 – Penned Up Emotion

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Hand me a pen, and I’ll give you emotion. – Ash  

Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 35 – Fall Guy

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, I’m on a chilled September evening walk realizing how much I love being a Fall guy. Then, the thought of how being a fall guy in a different context has made me a stronger person and someone who uses that strength to help others. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 34 – End of Summer

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, I’m walking on some early Saturday sunshine chatting about the end of summer. I speak a bit about how this time of year has a feel to it and how many of us are scrambling to do all things summer in the final weeks of August. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 33 – Dory Time

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, I’m on a walk and tear-jerking with a few of my memories. I’m also caught in a vibe I just had to share because it makes me feel good to be alive and great to have lived so much already. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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The Dory Between Us

those days we spent in the dory
barely a word was shared aloud
our language was unique to only us
on the nicest of days that were just for you and me
no sun, grey skies, grey ocean…with a hug of a fog

you had no idea but I loved watching you
in awe…
of my captain
my grandfather, only different
when I did, I felt safe and sound
adventurous…like your first mate
catching our bounty of fish for dear Theresa’s table

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Today, Tomorrow

it is 4:30…almost 5:00
a feeling of a brand new day
you could tell because the moon is starving for more darkness
after gorging on it since the sun went away
but it’s back now
because
colour is starting, gray and black dissipating
birds sing
dew drips
cats can’t help but stretch
a line of life stretches the morning like a pulled blanket
the night plans to sleep the whole day away
flowers root out of bed hoping for rain or shine
sound surrounds everything like a tantrum
sleep is long gone from my body
I clung hard but my dreams all ran in the opposite direction
ushering me toward awake
to be
up for today
up for tomorrow
what a beautiful day
what a beautiful tomorrow
I’ll take one
I’ll take another



In the Heat of the Moment

we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings

between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim

laughing and carrying on in the void of time

taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled

sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where

while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next

my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore

the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it

this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates

a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care

those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm

in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest

for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger

Carved for Attention – Haiku

his wooden narwhal 
sits in its place on a shelf 
I stare in envy 

Am I Write? # 47 – Find the Write Routine

When I am blocked, I’ll try any approach. Sometimes, the same approach as my physical fitness. Treating my creativity like an out-of-shape muscle. The more I worked on it, and fed it time, the more it would grow. Writing is muscle memory, now go flex your muscles. – Ash  

From These Tulips

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when flowers turn to me
I greet them with a smile
we sway together
if I’m lucky I get a dance
some are shy, but most adore the attention
they love it when I stop along the way
telling me secrets like they only bloom for me
and growing high toward the sky is a goal from the seed
they love rain…though, not too much
just a quench
bees come over on Sunday and leave with sprinkled gifts
fields are nice when people run through them
trails are cozy when adventurers explore them
gardens are where they flourish
making your heart feel something is where they reach
so they say
when I stop
when flowers turn to me