Category: Musings

Artist Statement

 

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Writing is a calling from a deeper place than my undisciplined mind can fathom. I cherish life so I pay attention to it. My writing has spiritual overtones because I believe that spirit is the biggest part of creation. There is more mystery in the unseen and it delights me to explore things that can’t be understood with intellect alone. I know that a part of me loves the theatrics of the spoken word but most of my joy comes from the satisfaction of completion. I start with a seed of thought. When all the components, the lyricism, the word play, the images, come together into a completed work, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I am delighted. Now, if others are delighted by what I have written, then that’s just lagniappe.

November Musings Harvest

Harvest

It has taken an extraordinarily

Long time to come to this harvest.

Pulling plow through timeless alluvial soil

Once rocky and frozen with resistance.

Encouraging worms and discouraging slugs

Laboring for fertile ground.

To nurture this soul’s harvest

I have been busy bending nature.

Planting love seeds and tending experiential fields,

From this bounty I now harvest.

I choose carefully the most delicious fruit

Not because I am deserving of this ambrosia

But because I am the author of it.

This wisdom did not come to me by chance

But certainly by thoughtful design.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

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Wendi Romero, Photo: Fiddle Fern

October Theme: Falling Part 2

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Photo by Carole Lancon

As a child, my favorite time of the year was fall especially the first cool, windy day usually occurring in late September. I would sit watching with my gooseflesh legs dangling from a thick branch as the wind blew the mature cane sideways until it almost laid flat. The air felt crisp, almost electrically charged and the smell was fresh with a promising harvest. Later, when the cut cane lay across the rows, sometime in the early morning, before I climbed up into my viewing tree, someone would set the fields on fire to burn off the leafy chaff. The combination of burning grass and cooking molasses is about as sweet a smell as I can remember.

Excerpt: ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings, and imaginings”

Wanting

Muddled blackberries

Forgotten in the cocktail glass

For want of more vodka

His hawkish ways devoid of compassion for

Those standing on the head of a pin

For want of balance

This binary code world

Calculating risk and profit, wired for failure

For want of success

Bellowing bureaucrats, liars

Beguiling weary souls bereft of wonder

For want of justice

Falling angels, grace abandoned,

Spiral into abysmal longing

For want of wings

Forget compassion’s failure.

Be present only to this moment

For want of loss innocence                         © 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

October Theme… Falling

The universal theme of a falling dream …

Do I wake in terror unwilling to face the outcome?

Do I persevere and see where I will land?

Do I breakthrough to another theme of flying?

Excerpt from ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings and imaginings:”

The Head of a Pin

Standing on the head of a pin

Waiting for the wind to

Send me into the abyss.

I miss those days when

Caring meant sharing love,

Not spending it like coins

Slammed into a slot

On a wish and a prayer.

Not knowing when or if

The investment will see a return.

My concern

Is not for you

Or even about you

But without you

How will I remember

While standing on this pin,

How to trust again?

Only a fool forgets the wind.

A bigger fool still,

Forgets she has wings to fly.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette