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Greetings,

Having to go over completed projects is very demoralising .  I’m a work in progress, but it will  be all good in the end. I don’t believe in coincidences anymore and so I try to humble myself and learn from every situation. After encountering  many setbacks and opposition in my lifetime, I’m very grateful  for the lessons in resiliency and patience.

Forward momentum has arrived in 2013, and I’m working on some new projects. I can’t wait to share them with you, I do apologise for being away from you on WordPress. As I build,I’ve come across many walls, in the form of spiritual battles, but God is faithful. I tell people, attitude and knowledge is everything, as we go through life’s trials and testings. We fall down but we get up by the grace of God. Blessings,and happy Thursday everyone!

This picture is of the Credit River, in Weston Lions Park in Toronto. One of our favorite jaunts, when my kids and I, lived in the Weston Village area.

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(I saw this documentary some time ago.For some reason,I remembered it today.So I thought, why not write something hilarious? )

Broken bottles and barrels lying empty on the ground.

Chaos and mayhem all around

The monkeys are laughing like donkeys

As they cavort in the jungle

Bumping into each other/all over the place/ bungling

Some are fast asleep and just barely manage to keep themselves from falling/of tree branches

The moonshine wrest on consignment, only the consignees did not sell the product/some end up in trenches.

On the desert floor

Moonshine Bottle

Caveat emptor!

Every monkey for himself

Even the moon is confused/ asking questions/restless

Since when Monkeys began imbibing?

They not climbing?

I tell you its sheer madness.

By Joszann St. John

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John Donne, one of the most famous Metaphysica...

John Donne, one of the most famous Metaphysical Poets.

COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.

There will the river whisp’ring run
Warm’d by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
And there th’ enamour’d fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be’st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark’nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes.

For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait :
That fish, that is not catch’d thereby,
Alas ! is wiser far than I.

 

By John Donne

 

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Meadow

In the early evening

When the work on the farm is done

And the sun is setting

Johnny comes a calling

We oft walk alongside the meadow.

In the still of the dusk

Beautiful flowers, their many colors

Spread out, resplendent like a patchwork quilt

Seem other worldly/luminous in the fading daylight

There’s a sudden movement in the low bushes and my little mutt

Rufus scampers to investigate.

It’s probably a wild rabbit

I purse my lips in remembered delight

Gone were the days when Pa would come through the door whistling

A tasty little morsel slung over his shoulder.

In the lengthening shadows

I drift closer to Johnny

His hard arms surround me/comforting and  full of  strength

A cow moos in the distance as we round a bend

We wave to farmer Ben

He grunts without looking up

His attention focused on his unruly hogs

On a quiet grassy knoll we sit and stare in wonder

As the sun dips low/biding the day goodbye.

By Joszann St.John

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 In the summer/the family comes to the water

The sound of wood splitting in the morning air draws her.

Her husband muscles flex under his worn t-shirt/ making her heart flutter in remembered ecstasy.

The window pane/transparent only moments ago

Is now cloudy/it had beckoned to Katya /so enticingly.

Mustering all her reserves of strength/ she had navigated the stairs before finally settling in her motorized wheel chair.

Now the chair is stuck/the wheels refusing to budge

She could do no more

Arms flailing/ she attacks the portion of glass directly in front of her face

If only Tom would turn around

He is bent /intent on clearing away

The debris of the huge tree/ that had fallen onto their property over the winter.

Katya bemoans her condition

And resigns herself to fate

For wait she must and be patient.

By Joszann St.John

English: Wheel chair. Dedicated to the memory ...

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Early spring narcissus

In the spring she comes to her favorite place down by the water.

Where the willow trees dip low/and the wind blows her hair/ whipping it around her face.

The daffodils smile in welcome/they have yearned to see her/upon their rising.

For the past winter has been long and harsh/the woman bends to pluck a flower as she brings it closer/ and inhales/the scent of the newly awakening earth.

The sounds of nature permeate the atmosphere

A Robin nearby sings/ cherry, cheer up!

The music wraps itself around her lithesome body/ her heart picks up speed/and drums a staccato beat

Exhilaration soars through her blood.

She is not a traditional beauty/ but here sheltered /in natures sweet bower / she radiates a compelling aura.

Harnessed over time and seasons/ of enlightenment and awareness/ through many varied experiences.

The young green saplings/ dotting the expansive marshland /bow in the breeze.

Paying homage to her serene presence amongst them.

Joszann St. John

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Nature

English: Portrait of William Wordsworth by Wil...

English: Portrait of William Wordsworth

“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” by William Wordsworth.

Nature’s heart is beautiful, see how she unfolds at the gentle bidding  of the sun.

She is compassionate too, and even full of fun.

She calls to you today to be  in agreement

For she waits patiently still, because you’re needed in the final act of denouement.

By Joszann St.John

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