M. C. S.'s Blog
M. C. S.
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- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- Birthday
- December 19
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MY RECENT POSTS
- Misadventure
May 19, 2013 12:45PM - Simplicity
May 18, 2013 09:56PM - Spring (xi)
May 11, 2013 10:48AM - Mother’s Day ‘13
May 11, 2013 11:30AM - Spring (x)
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Misadventure

Quietly draped in muted tones
greys, blacks, multiple shades for brown
the cold slowly creeps inward
I was expecting this to occur
for the absence of you
has left me
wide open
to chill
Shadows… Read full post »
Simplicity

Joys of spring
deep greens, unfolding colour
gentle rain, followed warm sunlight
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS
Spring (xi)
Seeing death as the end of life
is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
~ David Searls

At low tide
my father would
take me to a place
off of Black’s Cove… Read full post »
Mother’s Day ‘13
There are questions
I should have asked
There are places in my memory
that I wished to explore with you
There are so many things
we left unsaid
The void you left
is sharp like broken… Read full post »
Spring (x)
Do not count the days; make the days count.
~ Muhammad Ali
Byron is discharged
from the hospital
he says he’s
living with cancer
he’s busy
wheeling and dealing
purchasing a new… Read full post »
Spring (ix)
Wonder is the beginning of wisdom
~ Greek proverb
From the sand dunes
I watch the graceful
glide of a red-tailed hawk
pure movement
strong and free
over the gentle
rolling of waves… Read full post »
Spring (viii)
First cherry blossoms
a cuckoo, the moon and snow
another year closes
~ Sugiyama Sanpû (1647~1732)

Washing my hands
with cold water from a batter
green garden hose
separating my fingers
to make sure… Read full post »
Spring (vii)
The garden
Promise of the infinite virtue of nature
Close at hand
~ Haiku (short Japanese poem)

The heart of spring
is an abyss
shimmering with rebirth
Exuding the sweetness
of fresh… Read full post »
Spring (vi)
Wisdom is not meditation on death
but on life.
~Spinoza

First Robin I’ve seen
picking over the garden
dark earth and leftovers
of the long winter
rain slowly falls
what promise
each drop… Read full post »
Winter (v)
Joy is everything; one must know
how to extract it.
~ Confucius
The night sky
a velvet bowl
of stars
I believe
we are born
knowing
With our first breath… Read full post »
Winter (iv)
Remaining angry is like grasping a burning
coal to throw it at somebody, you are the one
who is burned.
~ The Buddha
Between the tide and wind
the stillness before
a storm
Snow drifts… Read full post »
Winter (iii)
He who is Master of himself is greater
than he who is Master of the world.
~ The Buddha
Icy rain pellets my face
washing away a lifetime
tears and sorrow
The deep moaning winter wind… Read full post »
Winter (ii)
Each moment eclipses the moment before
whatever happens, this is the present
make your house here
~ Zen Meditation
In the park
children are catching
snowflakes on their tongues
Their noses are pink
cheeks rosy, eyes glossy… Read full post »
Winter (i)
You cannot stop the birds of sadness
from flying over your head
but you can stop them from
nesting in your hair
~ Chinese proverb
a tiny Chickadee… Read full post »
This Moment

The past is done and gone
things to be just out of reach
now is what counts
simple words and pleasures
as daffodils fade
and apple blossoms bloom

Serene
Acute
A weathered spirit
bitter chilly wind of memory
piercing the heart like a blade
~ acrylic on canvas MCS
Spring
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping.
I’ve lived too long where I can be reached.
~ Rumi, “Unseen Rain”
This was my home
in another life
I feel the rising
of… Read full post »
Notch
Stopped to view
a flowing cluster of yellow
from within rock crevasses
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS
Riddance

As I scribble one more line into a journal
and free myself of words that pain
sending these words into the void
simply because I have no more
room inside of me
these words have no home
I wonder
what do I… Read full post »
Dip
Seen not heard
pink cups poured rainwater
when the breeze stirred
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~ watercolour on rag paper MCS
Pleasing
Along the side road
so fresh and appealing
wildflowers in bloom
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS
Joie de vivre
On the apple tree comes
bloom after bloom so
comes the radiance of spring
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS
Golden
A hushed silence
gentle stirring breeze
pale yellow orbs
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS Read full post »
Azure
The robin sings
among new growth
blue graces the path
~ watercolour on rag paper MCS

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