Struggling with SADD

I haven't had SADD-Seasonal Attention Deficient Disorder this bad-since I lived in Alaska.  Ifelt justified to have it there. The land of the so many extremes-tons of snow blowing, in the Anchorage dust bowl, the arctic blast of frigid air, and the lack of daylight.   Here in the south-I feel I shouldn't be afflicted.   We do not have any snow, but the lack of sunlight and gray dove sky is altering me.  I think losing my beloved furry best friend suddenly-is part of it.

 I have written lines of poetry, but I felt nothing I wrote was worth sharing.   I realize now, being away from the blogging community probably hasn't helped.  Everyone is so kind and respectful,  as we share our corners of our world.   I have become like origami.  I folded and tucked myself away.  It isn't my style and embarrassing to admit.  My family always reminds me I shouldn't share things like that, but it is the truth.  Besides, when we share we usually find out we are not alone.

I was published in Art Journaling magazine about dealing with winter.  I have not seen the issue, yet,  I reread the words I submitted the other day.  I wrote about finding our happy.  Poetry makes me happy-so here I am listening to my own advice.  This and I think I need to try painting again-play with color.  Yes, we need to create our own sunshine, when we lack it.   We need to embrace the playfulness that makes our inner light shine.

                      

Thank you, to Stampington editor, Amber Demien-she is a joy to work with~

Over in the Imaginary Garden I shared a prompt:

“The “Kumulipo” is an old Hawaiian prayer chant that poetically describes the creation of the world. The word literally means “beginning-in-deep-darkness.” Here darkness doesn't connote gloom and evil. Rather, it’s about the inscrutability of the embryonic state; the obscure chaos that reigns before germination."

*The chickadee has nothing to do with my poem-I just like it.

I added to the challenge of picking some symbolism from where one is born and to write about the before process of their poem.   I was born in Vacationland-a nickname for the state of Maine.  I know the natives do not agree-at this time.  My family has 76 inches of snow.

 The Chickadee is the state bird and we are known for having sixty-one lighthouses, besides being known for Lobster, potatoes, tall Pine trees and Blueberries.


Foggy Shoals


Bare branches prison  moon child's eyes
Opal's fire hidden
beneath foggy shoals
in slate blue cracked earth
a
maybe
lingers
between tweets and dove
 gray inked pages.

An island appears
in
sputtering waves
covered
in salty seaweed
creatures squawk in
strange tongues.

Hidden clock
drumming---
floats in circles
of  bittersweet
dreams, parchment, and double click Cosmos.

Scarlet rain appears
falling stars
mirror
gray rose garden
as
 boundary lines of self
are redrawn.

©Ella Wilson