whirl away world

 whirl away, world

between the plates the air will sigh and furl

the tears will tickle soft between the stones

and man will pause to 

listen and

consider them again

humbly

dawn m. nevills 

Just Be

 If there is love and light, then letting it shine is To Be.

If we are to be, then being is always Something, even if we think we are Nothing.

From Nothing came Let There be Light.....and there Was.

It was Spoken. It was Done. 

We Be.

Nothing Can be Done because when we know Nothing, 

There is always Something to be Learned.

Nothing sure is Something, ain't it?✌😇

Wished Upon

 Trail on, streak of thought.

Wide is the gap upon which these threads of being surface,

Dappled, as they are, with quarks and quicks and manytimesagos;

Brilliant spasms of new molds sprinting like sprites

Across a vast mindfulness. 

Trill, then, past ego whirls and caped and capping fury;

Beyond, where the vast and varied treeseeds sparkle,

Breathing my name.   

Be a Global Parent with Unicef

PEACE. I would have peace for my Friends.
I would have Peace for their dark-eyed babies, their blue-eyed babies, their hazel-eyed babies,
dreaming softly of a star-filled sky, far away from the wretched ground, beckoning;
The reeking puddles; the squalor; the shrieking.
I would have peace for the pang of hunger; the stab of thirst; the anguished heart, languishing and bereft, believing itself Forgotten.
I would have Peace for the Angry woman hearts, whose Mother love knows no boundaries, no borders, no languages: only cries and whimpers, seen, heard and unfound.
The quiet Father love prayers, that strengthen other Men, restrain anger and violence, renew fierce Friendship, and make a way where there seemed none amidst such seeming Power in the world, to make it so.
They are Global Parent tears; Global Parent Hearts: they speak all languages, love all names for God, clasp each other's hands in shared Grief, and remembered Joy.
I would have Peace for these Women, even now; I would have Peace for their injured, aching, saddened, strong-but-tired Men, their Lost or Living Lovers, their stolen Babies.
I would have Peace for my own. I would have Peace for them all.
Peace, after all...just a step away from Love.

Happy Canada Day 2020

We wish our friends to the south, North, East and West, the continuing joy and Friendship that is the Canadian Spirit.... Covid, be damned.

And now....a word about "Nunavut.":

The outbreak by the numbers (as of 9:00 a.m. Wednesday, May 27, 2020):

• Globally: 5,615,689 cases  |  2,307,901 recovered  |  351,077 deceased
• Canada: 86,647 cases  |  45,339 recovered  |  6,639 deceased
• British Columbia: 2,541 cases  |  2,122 recovered  |  161 deceased
• Alberta: 6,901 cases  |  6,048 recovered  |  139 deceased
• Saskatchewan: 634 cases  |  549 recovered  |  8 deceased
• Manitoba: 292 cases  |  269 recovered  |  7 deceased
• Ontario: 26,191 cases  |  19,958 recovered  |  2,123 deceased
• Quebec: 48,598 cases  |  14,999 recovered  |  4,139 deceased
• New Brunswick: 122 cases  |  120 recovered
• Nova Scotia: 1,052 cases  |  976 recovered  |  59 deceased
• Prince Edward Island: 27 cases  |  27 recovered
• Newfoundland and Labrador: 260 cases  |  255 recovered  |  3 deceased
• Yukon: 11 cases  |  11 recovered
• Northwest Territories: 5 cases  |  5 recovered
• Nunavut: 0 cases
• Trenton (CFB quarantine): 13 cases

P.S.

Too true it is, that I have loved.
Let it be said, when I am gone, that those I have loved knew it,
....And were glad.

just released - THROW ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE - Dawn M. Nevills

Just released -

Number 1 on the Top Jazz Artists List for Reverb Nation.

Track No. 1 - THROW ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE - Dawn M. Nevills

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..............Take THAT, Covid-19......

                                                        ...my timing leaves something to be desired....Sigh.
                                                                                     Oh well. 
                                                          ..... call me a helpful diversion........ Wink.

Wink Wonkbonkered.

And to each new sunlit filter finger trickle trace
Mere shadow, tingling on the face
Remembered:
Thusly knighted, strangely sighted, never blighted
 - Save of grief, now flickering, gray ache, gentled -
I shout, upon this day...."O Gather, Brief and Shining Moments, All,
Who've yet to live, and sing.....
So say we all!"

Doggedly Determined

He felt the tongue in his right ear before he heard the laughter, and reached up his hand, just as she swung up and out of his reach.

"Hello, Mr. Horrible Man", she stated merrily, eluding his grasp, running around the bench, and sliding in beside his right hand, with which he was wiping the spit from his ear.

"Yech, you've given me the willies", he said, not minding, really, and scrubbing at his ear.

"I know; for a second you thought I'd slipped in a slug, like that horrible episode on Star Trek everyone remembers, and shivers about", she sighed, pleased with herself.

"My personal favourite, gross-out wise," she intoned, ecstatically. He rolled his eyes.

"So; who have I defended you from today, in absentia?" She grinned at him, rubbed his nose with hers, drew back and crossed her eyes at him. "I'm exhausted, sticking up for you so often."

"I've never seen anyone get in so many arguments before", she said, mildly. "And really, when you've just been trying to do something nice." She sighed. "I'm sorry; it's all my fault, really. Had I not been all worried and expressed a need,  you would have listened to someone else, and approached it differently. Now all they can do collectively is try and ding you for not being generous enough in a specific WAY. How AWFUL for them that the generosity wasn't as SPECIFIC as had been hoped....the poor, bored things. It seems they detest the heroic. Not HALF as selfrighteous to wax rhapsodic about, as the villainous." She leered at him, closing one eye, like a pirate. "Ar; did ye buy me me new undies, loik I asked of ye?"

He burst out laughing.

"You are so incredibly odd", he said, breathing out. "I have no idea why I listen to you."

"Because you love making me happy," she stated, flatly. "I'm going with that, for now. It makes me feel incredibly vindicated, in the face of world controversy." She smiled enigmatically. "Pissers haven't got any bombs to crow about. I love it."

"Well, I have to go now", she sighed. She tipped her head to one side, eyeing him up and down.

"You look very cute in an annoyed way, you know." She grinned.

"Thank you so much for making me happy today", she said, softly. She ran her right index finger along his temple, gently, and along his cheek. The she kissed his left eye - and slipped her tongue in his left ear briefly, laughing as she slid off the bench and stood up.

"Yech" he said, smiling, but not really minding again, very much, at all.
He opened his eyes, looking up.

She was gone. Again. He smiled, just a little.

"See you soon, emoji", he said, softly, to the sky.

The Stuff of Dreams

Peace. I would have peace for my Friends.

I would have Peace for their darkeyed babies - their sky-eyed babies, too, dreaming softly of a star-filled sky far away from the wretched ground, the reeking puddles, the squalor, the shrieking.

I would have peace for the pang of hunger, the stab of thirst, the anguished hearts languishing and bereft, believing themselves Forgotten.

I would have peace for the Angry women hearts, whose mother-love knows no bounds, no borders, no language -  save eyes and whimpers, seen and heard.
They are Global Parents; global Parent hearts, speaking all languages, loving all names for God, clasping each others' hands in shared grief.

I would have Peace for these Women; Peace for their injured Men, their Lost Lovers, their Anguished, Passionate Longing other Halves, and their stolen Babies;
I would have Peace for my own.
I would have Peace for them all.

Peace....the step before Love.


by Dawn M. Nevills
             originally written Dec. 9, 2020 in response to an outbreak of cholera in refugee camps.

Art of Love

Whereupon these two old loves, clinging, held each other's arms.
In the Tuscany sun, their eyes reflected many years;
All the fresh baked bread, juice of autumn's plums, and grapes, sweet
Running with the life and blood of earth and Love ruminating in their gaze, connected,
fighting against the block of breath that smashed, demon-like, the shared breath,
The wild and winsome laughter, the Star-filled sky of kisses, viewed
At Day's end, the will and work of life, fulfilled.
Each sought the source-of-word; brushed softly against the lips of utterance;
Pressed and sought the sudden surge of Other Half, Realized;
Embraced
Exquisite Completion:
Fiercely Lived.

Carbon Dated

If all the undulations of life could shadow lovers
Then the crags of the mountains, the furrowing clouds in the sky, the bursting struggle of petal
Would be our sighs, realized.

The desert winds - our anger at a momentary ill, passed;
The torrent waters of an Indian Ocean storm, our momentary malcontent, fused and swirling;
The trident Tigress, flowing, all panacea and murmur, ebbing into and around a dusted Being.
Rising skyward, we would remember our Falling, weeping, but Understood.
The God Love, Remembered, in our Reverence to Construction, Reaching,
Our Reverence, Preserved within its Angled Sights: Pharoah, humbled to dust by Death.

Only, there is Now, My Love.
Now, when the intricacy of Art that is Body yearns for its Sought, we Blend;
And, as the water ebbs, we Move, Found, in an exquisite, shared Breath,
Joy, Found; ache, soothed; surge, vent and bloom and spark shot Joy
Realized in an
Endless sky of
Us.

Breathed Into

The rhythm of this moment is your heart, beating.
Your breath against my face gives testament to life, and it is enough for me.
Expelled, it will suffice as a testament to all my strivings, all my warnings, all my yearnings, all my moans
In the dark, of stop and go, back and obey, heed and understand. Your breath is enough.

If, after death, I turn my face, to see an argument, a spark, a smile, an annoyance
I can face this. Only, breathe.

Then all the imagined steps I have danced, seconds I have whispered "life, my Love", into
The night
Have swirled amongst the Universe, and found
The Desire of Ages.

Hey 19 - post revisionist

Far from the madding crowd,
I have a moment to use
Wisely,
Consider carefully,
Use personally,
Live
gratefully.

In Praise of my hero, Shakespeare (simple elogy) (whilst enthroned) ...a poem by Dawn M. Nevills

When, in times of sad restraint, my Quill does rise and shake
itself upon yon waiting page (that now is NOT so quiet and dour),
My mind - - (awake amidst the sleeping crowd) --
Does stir, and then -- oh then! --my eyes, (quite misted) do
Behold
Sweet words, that flow like lines of laughing gold
Upon the waiting page.
What? Two pages? One is merry, one is wary
(Lest the steady flow, in its restraint, become too Merry)
As the words, in their great comfort, succor, (in their way),
A mind alight with words of Play.
As fingers fly, the winged travails of (reminders of the tests
Of greater things than simple womens' tasks, which do beset
Those same with consternation) this respite of the league,
Betimes, does prove that cleanly rhymes are more to
Our like. And what of it? Who is wont to say, in such a day,
that, though to read be such a boon, such simple hands
Do shame the best!
And why (amidst such wondrous egos, the likes of which do
Strut and, cock-like, exhude with remonstrance, the lofty praise
Of those, and these, and mine, and we's) write?
Still, sprightly, washing, (freely scoffing), gently doffing
Feathered plumes, which tremble with
Guided wind, and
Dryly (just), blinking under a warm and chuckling sun,
Do float, (nymph-like) and wave, moretime, like
Heavenly robed;
All the more at ease, (replete, betide) with mirth of hard, wood
Com Fort.

...published in "Rock Woman at Rest" by Dawn M. Nevills - copyright 2005 iuniverse

International Women's Day, 2020

On this International Women's Day, I'd like to do something unexpected:

I would like to thank all of the men in my life who have brought me to this point.

There have been many in my life thus far: wonderful examples, struggling examples, strong examples, confused examples, giving examples, brave examples.....all of you have made me more aware, in some way, of what it is to be a woman. Grandfathers, fathers, uncles, brothers, cousins, friends, bosses, lovers, coworkers, leaders, followers, service providers, musicians, artists, creators, doctors, lawyers, businessmen, farmers, bakers, working men, white collar men, busdrivers, soldiers, sailors, tough guys, soft spoken and steel-eyed guys, doctors, scientists...strivers, stragglers….earnest, seeking men, and arrogant, thoughtless men......lonely, anxious men, and happy, family, comforting men....thoughtless, selfless men, and brash, attention-seeking men.....world problem solvers, and world problem makers...….(although that last, less so, to be sure...) - without you there would be no me, you see.

Thank you for loving us, for those who do the majority of the time. Thank you for remembering that our functions make our functions different, sometimes, in approach - but not weaker, and no less earnest and striving. This should never make you feel inferior. It should always make you feel accompanied in life, in whatever capacity your life takes you, and in whatever manner this company, this effort, and this outlook has made an influence on the way and manner in which you move through life.

Thank you for seeking my input and my outlook, when your own did not seem quite whole to you; not quite complete; not quite the whole picture, and you could not quite fathom what was missing.  Thank you for letting me complement your vision. Thank you for understanding that I have my own, and that you are always a part of it - but not the only thing. This is the way I am, by nature.  

I am your other half: your argument's consideration, your joy's secret delight at having delighted (even when you don't want to admit it); your reason for striving an extra hour, seeking that admiration and wanting to know that you have had that extra strength, that extra impossible need to try harder -  for those you love; your friend, even when your desires do not extend to me, although I mourn that this is so, in an old, old way, born of all that is need and concern and love, without judgement, when you say it is so, and I balk at the idea of competing, finally, and simply will not. When it does not involve this aspect of life - because it is far from the only one - I am joyous that my company has meaning and purpose and joy to you, even and especially without the physical. At what I hope is an effort-preserved 55 - but only so I can still do things, and accomplish them with the shell with which I do so, and not so much vanity, to be honest, as perhaps I should have  - I understand these matters better than when I was youthful, and all was passion and heat and children's laughter, and urgency; after ten years away and a distinct distaste for my own natural functions, I have learned a different stillness, a desire for your thoughts; a need for your friendship and an acceptance of my equality, because I truly feel up to it, having done it for so long, without you. Now I cannot accept one or the other: if I cannot have both I will have none of the one, and only the other. I would have both, at heart, but will not compromise with the lesser and the least; the debasement of my self as if I am not there, when I am, yearning. I have learned that those of you who shame me for these feelings never really loved me. I hope you will love someone else, more deeply.

To be certain, to have had this example has made for some difficult expectations in one's own life, but the time without it has made the time with it, however brief, more treasured.

Thank you for the beauty and the purposeful, helpful efforts and results you have brought to my life.

This is the way and means of things, when expectation is for a desire that is less vessel, and more expressive completion; there is no emptying....only exhausted relief at the found, spooned into and of, resting: joy at knowingness and companion, discussion and volley, relief at teasing and reminder and gentle nudge towards better...less spiral into the empty of self that is suddenly filled.

Thank you for remembering me with the simplest of things, and the most complex; thank you for understanding my anger - and helping other men understand it - when you were not who you wanted to be, and related to me in the worst possible way - and understanding and accepting blame for the end of it, when I told you that this was so, and insisted upon the better. Through this, you learned to appreciate me, and when you did not, your life was lessened in my absence, until you did, and I truly wished that it could have been different. For those whose lives do not include me - as I speak of "being woman" - thank you for looking for me, still, but finding, in those women around you, many of the qualities you have suddenly become more aware of, more grateful for, less entitled to, in your own mind, than you may have thought in the past. We are both the better for it, I assure you. We are all the better for it, I assure you. We are we, then. You must keep trying, if you can. Let me help you, when you can't.

Thank you for understanding when and why it is preferable to be without you, in ways and means that demand a different sort of man from you, even when you balk against this evolving in yourself, when this is so. You will know me in a very different, delightfully stimulating way, if only you would allow yourself to develop this quality, this bond, this sharing of fragilities, and melding of strengths, this different part of you, that is more than making another you.

But today....thank you for celebrating me in your life, in other's lives, and in life. You cannot imagine how much love this makes me feel, in the knowing....but all the rest of the days might contain the continued efforts, and the continued feelings, if you take the time to continue to notice them. I will renew my own with an earnest heart, because you have done so.

We will be we, forever.

Happy International Women's Day, 2020 - a year of visions and hopes and efforts, realized.    Thank you, men.