Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving

Thankful for so much…
Having a spouse who tolerates my flaws
And such wonderful friends and family members
Needs and wants that are met
Kindness and love all around
Soft furry pets who love to be stroked
Good health and healthcare plan
I was born in Canada
Very satisfying activities
Inspiring writing groups
Nature’s beauty
God’s grace


Terri Skuce

© October 9, 2016

Photo: October 2006, Blue Mountain Resort, Ontario, taken and edited by Terri Skuce

Happy Birthday Canada!

Happy Birthday Canada!

On the first of July
when I search in the sky
and find our flag fluttering high,
I feel truly amazed
I was blessed to be raised
in a country so mightily praised.

We have beautiful seas,
rivers, mountains and trees,
and our eyes feast on landscapes that please.
We live quality lives
in a culture that strives
to ensure our society thrives.

In wide open places,
or tight city spaces,
we’re people of multiple races
and the tourists will find,
as our voices are kind,
we appear quite polite and refined.

Yet we will say out loud
we’re contented and proud
that our country’s so richly endowed
and give thanks for the way
that we live, work and play
as we celebrate Canada Day.

Terri Skuce
©  July 1, 2016

What Do I Know?

So many people seem to know so many things. I often feel that I know things as well. Yet, in the midst of what seems like senseless tragedy, I realize there is so much I don’t know. I only know that my heart grieves for the people personally affected by the dark brokenness of our world. And I only hope that, in the darkness, we will be able to see glimmers of light shining through as the future unfolds.

In the Wake of the Most Recent Mass Shooting in the U.S.

I don’t know the people involved,
the facts or the details,
the reason or rationale;

I don’t know the terror or the trauma
caused by the sights and sounds
of being physically present;

I don’t know the cause or the cure,
the problem or impulsion,
the road in or the way out;

I don’t know what it takes
for revulsion to become action
or how to heal a sick and hating heart;

I don’t know the grief of the friends and family
of those who were murdered or wounded
or related to the shooter;

I don’t know what could have been done
or what needs to be done
to avert or prevent;

I only know the heartbreak of looking on,
not knowing how to stay silent
in the realization that it probably won’t be long
before it happens again.
I only know I must continue to hope….

Terri Skuce
© June 16, 2016

Some Things Are Not Easy to Understand

I can’t begin to understand all the ins and outs and the whys and wherefores of decisions made by politicians. Policies and legalities twist my brain in a knot… they seem so very complicated to me and I just don’t seem to have the motivation to desire to dedicate my inadequate brainpower to understanding those complications. So, please accept this as an admission of an inability to understand all of the aspects of the people’s right to bear arms.

One thing I do understand, is that this topic of the right to bear arms is one that carries quite a lot of emotional weight for many people. Though I have never experienced this right – not being a citizen of the U.S. – I, too, feel an emotional weight every time there is a mass shooting in a country where I have many loved ones. I can’t begin to understand how it feels to the people in the U.S. to be experiencing this so regularly; I only know how I feel as an on-looker.

Today, I have expressed my feelings in a pantoum poem.

The Right to Bear Arms

Another shooting in the land
A young man fires and lives are lost
These things are hard to understand
The right to arms comes at a cost

A young man fires and lives are lost
Such hatred spewed out through a gun
The right to arms comes at a cost
Deep grief is felt by everyone

Such hatred spewed out through a gun
The politicians sound sincere
Deep grief is felt by everyone
So many have been killed this year

The politicians sound sincere
Some people hide that they’re deranged
So many have been killed this year
Yet people don’t want gun laws changed

Some people hide that they’re deranged
These things are hard to understand
Yet people don’t want gun laws changed
Another shooting in the land

Terri Skuce
June 14, 2016

Stuff Happens

Stuff has been happening… always has, always will.  Stuff happening has kept me from posting as often as I would have liked.  I’ve been in limbo waiting to see how things would turn out with this one bit of stuff.  With the type of writing I do, I express what stuff is inside by pouring it out on paper – through fact or fiction, poems or stories – and then into books, articles, social media or wherever.  And, when I’m in limbo with something, not able to put it out there for whatever reason, it stifles my writing.  Hence the recent gap in posts.  All I want to write about, I can’t.  I may be sharing in the near future about the particular bit of stuff that I’m alluding to but not writing about. I have to wait and see how things are resolved to decide if, how and where I’ll share.  So, enough vague-posting for now.

Much of my writing comes from a feelings place.  If I have strong feelings about something, I have the need to write them out.  Often, when I don’t wish to write directly about the situation that may be causing my feelings, I’ll fictionalize them.  For instance, if I’m feeling sad about something, I’ll ask myself, “What’s one of the saddest happenings I can think of?”  Then I’ll make up a story that will elicit sad feelings.  Sometimes, to protect myself or others, it’s better to be safe than vulnerable.  Today, however, I have decided to put myself out there and be vulnerable at the risk of criticism and disagreement.

I have decided to write from a particular perspective that I can relate to, with regard to a recent event in the news.  I know that not everyone will agree with the slant I have taken and that is ok.  I see the many angles being played out in this story and have chosen to express my feelings about it – and I have no problem agreeing to disagree.

I hope that you will be able to relate to this poem I wrote this morning.  It is in the form of a pantoum.

Harambe (ha-ram’-bey)

A zoo gorilla died today.
A curious young boy was saved.
A mother’s life came on display.
The wildlife rights protesters raved.

A curious young boy was saved.
He’d fallen down into the cage.
The wildlife rights protesters raved.
The media is filled with rage.

He’d fallen down into the cage.
It seems he wasn’t supervised.
The media is filled with rage.
I’m sure the mother’s traumatized.

It seems he wasn’t supervised.
Some kids are quick escaping care.
I’m sure the mother’s traumatized.
It’s every parent’s worst nightmare.

Some kids are quick escaping care.
She’d looked around, he’d gone from sight.
It’s every parent’s worst nightmare.
Thank goodness that her child’s all right.

She’d looked around, he’d gone from sight.
It must have felt so terrible.
Thank goodness that her child’s all right.
It could have been unbearable.

It must have felt so terrible.
A mother’s life came on display.
It could have been unbearable.
A zoo gorilla died today.

Terri Skuce
© May 31, 2016