Been walking with naked ears Been walking that way for years Love having open hearing Birds chirping Bugs zinging Wind in the trees The sounds of nature Not so sure Why people find headsets So endearing Love my naked hearing
I wrote the draft of this poem on a friends Facebook page after she posted about walking without a headset on. I don’t wear a headset, I don’t check my phone, answer email or texts when I am out walking. I am there for the walk and the live experience of the walk.
When you walk do you walk with Naked Ears?
I wrote this poem after watching a muskrat swim by with a tender shoot of bulrush in it’s mouth. The muskrat had to dodge around a beer can to get to it’s burrow under this tree.
Muskrat and beer cans
Pop cans and turtles
Coffee cups and frogs
Cellophane wrappers and herons
Balloons and ducks
Sharing the pond
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature divine?
Raccoon and cigarette butt carcasses
Along side the road
Opossums no longer scampering
Rotting in the sun
Birds wings fluttered by passing cars
Unmoving bodies flying no more
Plastic bags fluttering in the trees
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature grand?
What are we doing to our land?
Dan Beresford, June 18th, 2021
This poem will be added to the book I am writing… “100 Terrible Short Stories and Poems”
Well here it is May 2021 and I’m still not following my plan.
I probably have more excuses than there are stars in the sky (except I probably use the same ones over and over).
I have actually dropped a lot of them and have settled on “I’m just not in the mood.”
The reality is mood doesn’t matter. Writing matters.
So here I am standing on the edge of another cliff that I created. I dreamed up a new book.
The title is “100 Lousy Short Stories and Poems”. I based it on a number of books I’ve read lately that were published and available in my local library. I am not a “noted” literary critic but I am a reader; the stories sucked, some of them I couldn’t even finish. What that meant to me is that I can either write or write to achieve perfection.
I ain’t perfect so I will write; some of of it will be okay, some of it will suck, some of it will be good, some of it will connect to you (hopefully) and most of it you won’t read anyway.
Here’s the first lousy short story…
Bent and Gnarled Fingers
Early mornings and late days. At the end of the day someone would say “Let’s grab a drink.” I would usually go along. It was easier than going alone.
After a couple of hours we would head out. Some went home. Some went home to a family and supper. Some went out. Me, I went a bunch of different ways depending on my head space. Sometimes it was easy to go home and do the wife, kids, supper thing. Sometimes I had to go for a drink. Sometimes I had to go be alone.
It was hard on my wife and children. My wife and I fought about it but I couldn’t explain it. I needed some of those times to catch my breath and mend my soul.
Today as I look at my bent and gnarled fingers, I feel guilty. I took the easy way out and other people paid the price. I can’t blame them. Today my children hate me.
Being an electrician is hard work but emotionally rewarding when you see what you built or repaired. (As you age the work gets harder.) I liked it because it made me think. I hated it because at the end of the day I couldn’t think or write.
Today I encourage people to enter the trade… but don’t do it because it’s available, like I did, (I couldn’t afford to go to university or college and my marks sucked because I was too lazy to work in high school… boredom is killer for me).
Enter the trade because it is challenging, educational, deals with science, math and physics… electricity is fascinating. Look at buildings, cars, appliances, lighting, solar power and so much more. Man, I love the trade.
As I age I miss it.
I miss taking a set of plans and creating something from blue lines and notes.
I miss getting called out to fix a breakdown and solving the mystery of what happened and how to fix it.
But… I should have found a way to write.
I am older now and looking at my hands, my swollen and tight knuckles, my bent and gnarled finger, I cringe. My swollen, tight knuckles ache when I type too long. My bent and gnarled fingers make it hard to hit the keyboard at times.
Sitting alone, me and a glass of wine but when I write… feeling so satisfied even though no one will read it and it is crap. BUT I AM WRITING!
It is very dark out at 2:00 a.m.
When you wake up and can’t get back to sleep what do you do? I lay there as long as I can before I read or get up. Sometimes when I get up I hunt gnomes. I have one hanging out in my front yard. He’s easy to find because of his lantern. I try it iGnome him but he is hard to miss.
I’ve spotted a Buddha out there as well. The Buddha is a little more elusive than the gnome. I don’t think Buddha likes having a picture taken.
Today I witnessed two shoplifters… thieves at the LCBO. I reported it. They were confronted but the police weren’t called. Why not? According to the customers in the store LCBO policy is to not detain them or confront them. Rumour has it that the LCBO is the most shoplifted retail outlet in Ontario. You can read the actual policy here STATEMENT REGARDING LCBO SHOP THEFT
I launched a new website this week. electricaljobscanada.ca I did it because most job boards are general and not specific to the electrical industry. My goal is to get it up and running and monetize it. Why did I do it? Planning for a residual income stream.
I found an online store that sells eco-friendly cleaning products. I’ve been trying them for a couple of months. I like them. No chemical smell, easy on the wallet. Shipping is made affordable because they are concentrated so I am not paying to ship water. Cost wise… so far the products I have ordered are better value than the ones I have been buying.
Today is the 50th anniversary of Earth Day. Our Earth has undergone an incredible transformation because of the world wide COVID – 19 lock down. Our Earth is healing because we are not abusing it or using it like we have in the past. Human beings can still help…we can pick up after ourselves
Skies are clearer. Air pollution is dropping faster than scientists ever thought it would. Rivers, streams, canals and other waterways are cleaner.
In the Geocaching world today was to be a world wide CITO. Cache In Trash Out. As a Geocacher I have been amazed at the places I have found garbage and deeply saddened by it. (You can learn more about Geocaching here. www.geocaching.com)
This morning my wonderful wife, my dog (Princess Sophie Mophie Defender of the Universe from Squirrels, Rabbits and Other Small Furry Creatures) and I went for a short walk. We took some plastic bags with us.
Walking the 500m from our home on Bayside Gate to Gordon Street we filled to the breaking point two grocery bags.
A few years ago before I updated my website I blogged about the litter and garbage I picked up in Lynde Shores. Over 22 pounds and I hadn’t even walked the full trail.
Earlier this month I read an article posted by CBC about a man in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia who while under quarantine and laid off from work started picking up garbage during his walks every day. dartmouth-man-new-hobbies-covid-19-laid-off-worker
All it takes is a few minutes out of your day but it makes a huge impact on our environment. I believe that if we can spread the word more by our actions than by our complaints.
Will you step up or just read this and think what a crackpot?
Will you take a few minutes out of your life to help clean up our Earth?
Litter kills. Birds have choked on balloons. Numerous mammals have been cut, poisoned, and trapped by litter and garbage. Fish have been poisoned and their waterways choked off by plastic.
First off, I hope that you have a great 2020! Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I will be writing more frequently this year.
I am also finishing a transition in my writing. I have been copy writing for a number of years and enjoyed it but it was never my passion.
So what am I going to write?
Poems, short stories, flash stories and micro stories. I hope you take the time to drop around and read them. If you prefer a printed copy mailed to you let me know by subscribing.
Why the change?
I am tired of selling things, concepts and ideas for other people. I want to use the skills and experience I have gained to entertain rather than persuade. I like short stories, poems, novellas and novels.
I hope you enjoy what I write when you drop by. I am looking forward to seeing what flows from my mind onto my computer and out into the world.
The title expresses my feeling about more than 90% of the written communication I receive today. Email and text and crappy, boring flyers. I was speaking with a fellow poet earlier today and that started a bunch of thoughts rolling around in my brain. Here is the first draft of a poem that came from those thoughts and feelings. I think it needs work but as a guy who loves words and poetry and tries to communicate emotions and evoke a response I know it is going somewhere.
Black marks on a white background
Pixels forming the shapes of letters
Words on a screen
Slashed and pecked
Clicked and clacked
Thumbed or fingered
And click to send
Drab and boring
Just click and go
The power of words
Sacrificed for speed
Just to meet the instant need
Written in haste
Perhaps an emoticon
Click and gone
Then move on
No thought for the deed
Of writing words for others to heed
No sharing of soul
Speed the only goal
Words on a screen
No cadence or flow
Words sent in haste
Bland and boring
(Excuse my snoring)
In the last few decades the speed of society and power of technology has caused millions and millions of people to abandon an important social skill. In this age of ever increasing isolation and loneliness there is one social skill that can build real and meaningful relationships with those we care about.
What social skill were many of us taught as children and which we in turn have not taught our children?
What pleasure are we denying our children because we have abandoned this skill?
What social skill have we ignored because it is inconvenient? Because it takes time? Because it costs more than an email?
As I’ve matured I have realized the many joys I have experienced and that millions of people have never experienced. One of the things that is nearest and dearest to my heart is sending and receiving letters in the mail. I was in the navy for twelve years and when I was at sea mail call was one of my favourite things. The simple pleasure of a card or letter could turn an stormy mental attitude into a sea of tranquility.
Yes, email is faster. Yes, email is cheaper. But does email evoke an emotional response? Can you put an email in your pocket to read and then reread later? (I know you can print an email but do you?)
According to Gmail I have 4,366 unread email in my inbox. Most are actually subscriptions that I never seem to get a chance to read. If they were printed I would have read them as soon as I could.
If you want to build relationships with meaning write a letter or send a card.
If you want to show someone going through a hard time write a letter or send a card.
If you want to tell someone you care write a letter or send a card.
If you want to show true gratitude send a letter or card.
Don’t let “Cost” or “Speed” or “Convenience” stop you from sending something real to someone.
I find when I write a letter I am more aware of what I am writing than when I send an email. In my mind it feels like email are relegated to work or “just the facts”. Letters allow me to share thoughts and feelings as well as facts. Receiving letters or cards is a real experience and makes people feel valued.
Sadly, I am beginning to think that writing letters is a lost social skill and believe that society is worse for the loss.
Help revive this important social skill. Help bring it back from the edge of extinction. Send someone a card or letter in the mail. Even just a few words is better than nothing.
Stay tuned because I still have more to say on this topic.
I ashamed of the New England Patriots.
I believe that until the investigation into the rape allegations against Antonio Brown are resolved he should not be playing football.
I cannot support a team that supports a public figure accused of rape.
I am no longer a fan and will trash all my Patriots gear.
Shame on the management and owners of the New England Patriots. Money has won out over decency.