Sunday, 2 May 2021

Alone and Together – A Conversation Inspired in Collective Solitude

I open to sky    clouds and blue summer   yield to the peace of lying still   back eases into alignment   injuries subside    this life I wish I’d shared with you    I surrender to solitude, creation and writing    focus   lying in wild flowers like I did in my twenties, wishing you were with me    that we hadn’t been cut apart.

It’s the kind of July day when mellow music drifts in windows over neighbours watering lawns. You could almost forget there’s a pandemic   in Vancouver a break from forest fires, water shortages and heat waves, for a few days or weeks, an almost normalcy.  

 

Sounds of peace open time    ducks, quiet, trees in wind   gardening, reading    the hail of uninterrupted leisure   of choice. I keep going back to the window, a calm, safe life beyond these walls, mild adventure, connection.

 

I dance dreams that are plays, existence a learning curve, starting and ending on gratitude.

 

That moment when the sky cools I look to the sun scapes the glass jars on the counter create on the wall, each one different   catching the light in a unique way   the black cherry jar a mirage of diamonds, now a hummingbird angel.

 

It’s one of those days when the clouds break up into millions, an explosion of atoms into universe and we lay orange flowers on lawns, a tribute to the heroes on frontlines.   

  

Five hour meditation perfect for my back   rest, rest, rest, then yoga   the relief of accomplishment, an explosion of bright color, living spirit, oxygen released like worlds bursting forth   my breath the sails propelling me along an ocean   let me be longer    at peace    hope like islands of grass in the sun

 

What to do with my perfectly restored meditative energy   learning to keep wellness for health and service   to let go 

 

Gratitude for real community and purpose, a culture of meaning and kindness. Just by being in the world you’ve taught me so much about self-acceptance and love. We stretch like July trees, realizing we’ve grown.

 

The lightness of free time, voices cycling past my window in summer evening, the signal of permission, children’s calls, the freedom of not having to be anywhere, the return of time.

 

We’re all ordinary these days and there’s something beautiful in that, our regular unstyled hair and selves. Accede, bow, stay home, stay safe, let the eagles carry our dreams.


First published in The Pitkin Review

 

Sunday, 25 April 2021

Happy National Poetry Month

Happy National Poetry Month & Earth Day Week! Thanks for checking out my retrospective of nature poems alongside my colleague and friend, the Poet Laureate Emerita of New Westminster, Candice James, along with guests from around North America: Watch the James-Sharp Retrospective

Saturday, 28 November 2020

November Flowers Poetry & Art Collaboration

Thanks to everyone who joined us live on Wednesday and to all of you for taking the time to check out the video. The presentation is along the lines of an Albert Camus theme, “In the depth of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.” May the light of all seasons fill and heal you. 

Watch November Flowers

Monday, 28 September 2020

Saturday, 2 May 2020

After Heartbreak

maturity, perseverance
the peace and rest of marrying solitude  
sleeping with laptops and freedom
the quiescence of this second best life 
making a run for first place
the calm of pastel yellow walls
as I finally live
in the nirvana of characters
the stories I write just for me
because they are soul
yearning to be spoken


Thursday, 12 March 2020

Kernels of Light

plinking piano notes
shiver like falling stars 
spiral in a universe of twinkling atoms
patterns unveiled into galaxies
vibrations of sound into colour 
meteors prayers through time
pieces of brokenness sun within shade
pages open to light
story itself a phoenix 
rising anew from the ashes of the old 
the forgotten elevating into candescence


Thursday, 6 February 2020

Live from your Centre

Peace is how I treat myself,
including the right to maintain it,
to stay
with self, nature, focus, freedom
wholeheartedly
without interruption,
the culture of frenzy vanished
for real life 
trees outdoors harmony
chosen thoughts
like a spring crocus bursting through ice, 
roots and buds holding strong
at both ends of the spectrum.