439. Me? 

About how confusing life can be…  Little seed, Liked dark cold feel,  And then the sprout, Craved to come out,  Finally be, Not quite a tree, What can I see, For me?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

432. Twelve 

About my current progress on a 56 book challenge for 2017…  12 authors taught me little things, From how em-peror penguins sing, To the fine art of flourishing, And how to play in stocks.  About life after civil war,  And how to trick our tastebuds sure,  And all I did in this galore, Was side…

429. Childhood 

About my childhood… ‘You’re sick’ he spread,  It’s what the preacher man said, So that’s what you are. The most innocent me, bought in,  And this made me sore,  To the core, over time.  ‭No wonder I sob now – ages gone,  Bitter, removed,  Clinging to beautiful truth.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

428. Smokin’

About when it’s so cold that your breathe comes out like smoke..  I was bambino, the cold wrapped us one, I used to find joy, and it used to be fun,  To puff out my breathe, From my cold little head,  With an O shaped lip-spread,   Fake puffed Malboro Red.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine,…

427. Snooze 

About faith… Love, when I snooze, I may have plenty to lose,  Senses closed to the view,  But knowing that I’m with you, I feel safe,  yes I do.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

421. Halt 

About this dam I found on a trek, that had totally frozen over…  What may halt the course of time? Perhaps we think our little drip,  Into the ocean might?  Until we aren’t, And all still is.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

420. Fluff 

About how my nature walk inspired a thought on fluff (what we think we need but we do not)… There’s the infinite bit before, And the constant one beyond, And us, in this tiny blink of an eye,  Hoarding fluff, until we are gone. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

416. Hide

About how what you see is what you become…  I cast my eyes up,  Human pride, What’s seen outside, Grows in our hide. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

413. Glacial 

About this waterway, that has completely frozen over… I can’t help but wonder,  ‘Neath glacial skin, How fish can’t feel cold,  Not a pain in the fin?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

410. Wasted 

About yesterday night when I waited for an hour outside in the sub freezing winter, with another concerned bystander, for the police to come take a highly intoxicated and reckless homeless woman into safety… Brutally cold winds slash our once warm shells, As the whine of sirens is not heard, And the lady speaks from…

405. Gravitation 

2016 has been a year filled with divisive and hateful rhetoric. But we mustn’t let it quell our lust for love.  My musical partner and I have been working on the following song, ‘Gravitation’, for at least a year now and wanted to release it at the dawning of 2017, as a message of love…

403. Steep

About the sunset from the library… The sky sits steeped,  A timeless precious tea, With rain, it’s released.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)