Thank You

A great big thank you to each and every one of you… whose blogs I have thoroughly enjoyed….I will work hard to meet your wisdom, creativity and humanity….

Its just another Day


Our culture has no use for it

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”

-Anais Nin

Auspicious Good Fortune - acrylic on canvas 24x24

Auspicious Good Fortune – acrylic on canvas 24×24- D Pomeroy

The Near Dead Deer

Blood gushes from the near dead deer,
The fury of her marrow spilt.
Poor dear…
I see in your eyes
the pain and the fear
as you’re lying there, still.
Beneath her breastbone, a gentle throb growing fainter.

Split the world!
Blood burns crevices as rivers flush through,
rinsing away traces.
And innocents float freely to blue skies
catching glimpses of red they left behind.

Enraged ghosts howl out of the ground,
whirling and whining,
avenging deer blood.

April 7, 1983, Poem by D Pomeroy in another life
Art by D Pomeroy 2010

No Man is an Island

In a world seemingly on a precipice, I am reminded of the poem by John Donne.  This meditation is genius in its description of human connectedness.  

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; 
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe 
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as 
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine 
own were; any man's death diminishes me, 
because I am involved in mankind. 
And therefore never send to know for whom 
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. 

John Donne
Meditation XVII, 1623