A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

by:basheesima

A sweet four-year-old watched me pull on my jacket and slip my feet inside my boots. His long eyelashes swept over his innocent blue eyes. He asked me, “Are you going to be gone long?”

 

“About an hour.” I answered.

 

He tilted his head to the right (funny how we unconsciously do this when we are thinking) and asked, “Is an hour a long time?”

 

I zipped my jacket and crouched in front of him. I smiled big and told him, “For me an hour feels so very short. For you…it is a wondrous, glorious amount of time. Enjoy every minute and I’ll be right back.”

 

Being a true-to-form-four-year-old, he asked, “How many minutes do I have?”

 

I stood and happily declared, “Sixty-seriously-standout-seldom-ever-to-happen-again minutes.” I laughed and went out the door.

 

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I’ve heard it is good to keep a bit of the child in you alive; I’ll do that, especially in observing my perception of time.

 

Although, sometimes it is good to have an HOUR feel like a second, a WEEK feel like a day, a YEAR feel like a week, and FOUR YEARS to feel like one cold winter I’d rather forget.

 

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Earthy Nature

The wind tumbled a dry dead winter leaf over the stony shore.

The leaf cruised at me, and when it passed by my feet I looked down and found this precious skull; so delicate, so perfect. Just what was it when it lived?

Picking it up, watching seaweed slip away, the texture of the bone under my fingertips felt like a favorite polished stone. I expected a wretched smell, but death was long gone. The side bones created an eye to look in, even now. Could this be a baby seal head?

At the back, where the brain must have been housed, was a hole where the vertebrae would have streamed through—so amazing to look in and see where understanding took place. What, I wonder, was this creatures last thought?

Flipping the skull over, there are cavities, holes, where teeth nestled neatly in place. Appears two large canine teeth protected this creature. There also is an extra row of teeth back by what might be molars. Would that help it grind food?

I close my eyes while gently gripping it in my hand and rubbing my thumb along the ridgeline of the skull; in my mind’s eye I see a Fisher or a Fox. Maybe one killed the other?

One day, I may discover what creature’s head is now displayed on my shelf.

This post will be added to a new section in my blog titled: Earthy Nature, where I will share my love affair with this living world.

Fin

Fin
©by Basheesima

A pair of eagles migrate;
gracefully riding thermals.
Robins pick worms from the field;
really are the first birds to wake.
Pileated woodpecker patters on trees;
its call sounds like a monkey in the woods to me.
Dark clouds and southern winds;
rain, not snow, shall fall today.
The dog chews on a found bone;
a deer no longer roams
Red-winged blackbird
declares its throne.
Last of the snow-mountains,
Still so high,
Glad winter is over,
I thought I’d be buried alive.

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Changing Line

Changing Line
© By: Basheesima and Kevin D. Porter

Swimming upstream and struggling onwards
Catch the drops and follow your brothers

Against the currents of Zephyr’s thunder
Wings fanned, dropping asunder

It’s not ours to find
Walking a changing line
You have to alter your mind
Walking a changing line

Swimming upstream, alone with another
Pouring the thoughts, words out of…order

It’s not ours to find
Walking a changing line
You have to alter your mind
Walking a changing line

Rivers seam the oceans mending line
Our worlds are joined to find
Some, some others time…

Catch the way of the other
Join the plight, become water
Changing the day, exploring the border
Delight in spite, without quarter

It’s not ours to find
Walking a changing line
You have to alter your mind
Walking a changing line

It’s not ours to find
Walking a changing line
You have to alter your mind
Walking a changing line

You know what’s yours is mine, walking in different times
You have to alter your mind, walking a changing line

Blessing or a Curse

Are the mottoes on America’s state license plates a blessing or a curse?
Some of my thoughts…

Florida motto: Sunshine State. Blessing…Sunbathing paradise. Curse…You get burned.

Maine motto: Vacationland. Blessing…A beautiful place. Curse…Tourists, locally referred to as Gappers, who rob you of privacy and tranquility.

Idaho motto: Famous Potatoes. Blessing…Home of Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head. Curse…Body parts can fall off.

California motto: Find yourself here. Blessing…Inner peace. Curse…Maybe you didn’t want to find yourself.

Nevada motto: Wide Open. Blessing…Plenty of room to move around. Curse…Leaving oneself too wide open can really cause problems.

Utah motto: Greatest Snow on Earth. Blessing…Skiing and striking beauty. Curse…Short people go missing in the winter.

Wyoming motto: Like no Place on Earth. Blessing…Very unique and individualistic. Curse…I believe survival OFF Earth is scientifically sketchy.

New Jersey motto: Garden State. Blessing…Flowers, fauna and greenery. Curse…Chemicals, fertilizers, pesticides, etc.

Arkansas motto: The Natural State. Blessing…How great to be Au Naturel. Curse…Sometimes people should keep their clothes on.

District of Columbia motto: Taxation without Representation. Blessing…Their encoded idiom that most of us just guess at what it means. Curse…Their encoded idiom that most of us just guess at what it means.

New Hampshire motto: Live Free or Die. Blessing…Living Free. Curse…You die!!!!!!!

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Forest’s Friends

Forest’s Friends
© By: Basheesima

A story
Four parts
Building
High

About a forest’s
Roots, trunks, branches, and leaves
All around
Into the skies

Friends
Growing together
Cherished sounds
Unlocked mysteries

That got lost
Meshed about
Can’t see the ground
In the bird’s eyes

Found
Their sturdier forms
Covered
In all the storms

And bonded
Their living life
Stone by stone
Life

A story, about a forest’s friends
That got lost, found and bonded.

Four parts: roots, trunks, branches, and leaves
Growing together, meshed about
Their sturdier forms, their living life.

Building all around, cherished sounds
Can’t see the ground, covered
Stone by stone.

High into the skies
Unlocked mysteries in the bird’s eyes.
In all the storms—Life.

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Plateau World

Plateau World
© By: Basheesima

Exactly where it is
Exactly where it was
Cast up, cast down
All around
Twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

Streaming rain
Like liquid silver
Falling fast
As a rainbow
Twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

We’re upside down
On a plateau world
Tossed around
On our plateau world.
It’s twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

We are our own
They are there
But they are not
What we see
Twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

Like standing
On a mirror
We’re synchronized, then lost
In a thought
Twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

We’re upside down
On a plateau world
Tossed around
On our plateau world
It’s Twirling
Like a prism on a string
In a sunset

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Dead of Winter

Dead of Winter
Poem by: Basheesima

Beech leaves still on branches—
Dry, pale and they clatter in the wind—
Coming from where the moon rides the sky.
On dirt road, car tires squeak on snow.
A big black dog barks.
Waves batter a frozen shore.
In moonshine, loose snow travels over night-white fields—
With the brilliance of diamonds in sunshine.
Two birch tree’s limbs break.
An old woman coughs inside the house where a wind chime hangs.
Coyotes howl.
A mouse crawls under the snow.
Never knew of the Owl’s deadly blow.

Note: Fifteen years ago I read about being able to see the imprint of an Owl’s wings in the snow, usually best seen in the month of march where I live. This year is the first year I have seen it.

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Profile

Profile
Poem By: Basheesima

Tread toward pictures
perilously embedded in the mind.
Embark into a dazed
depicted fantasy.
Walk through a bridge, and
look at waters above spill words down a waterfall
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a e t y a n
t y o t n o
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l l r r
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from mislaid moments
Stay a part of a past
Then, let go,
Begin to be,
Not afraid to know,
Where you went, where you go.

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Wings

Wings
Copyright by: Basheesima

Lady on the wall, dance in pictures
Moonlight casts, your ebbing mask.

Cold floor at your back, reflections tarred and black
Let your devils shed, undefined in your head.

Hanging another notch, to your dangling rope
Is…there…no…hope

I look down your in my arms, grasping for the wind
In my arms, I pray for wings.
I look down your in my arms, grasping for the wind
In my arms, I pray for wings.

Breath is still, shivers in the chill
Half-split moon, ladies on the wall

There…in place…dancing inside…my face.

I look down your in my arms, grasping for the wind
Lady give me dancing wings,
Promised for her
I’d do special things.

You’re not in my arms, grasping for the wind
You’re not in my arms, gasping for the wind
God, I pray he gave you wings.