Friday, November 24, 2017

Friday 55 Thanksgiving Edition November 24 2017

Welcome to all who celebrate and all who don't this annual American voyage into the triumph of materialism over spirituality, known without a shred of irony as Thanksgiving. On this day we gorge ourselves painfully, watch football or not, gather with family and friends if we are so blessed, and then go out and spend our cash on trinkets and baubles in a mad frenzy of manipulated marketing. The original purpose of this holiday (to mark the kindness of the Native peoples to the starving Pilgrims) has devolved into a caricature, and the spirit of being grateful for such things seems to be lurking somewhere else. Nonetheless, there are many things to be grateful for, not least the memory of a warm-hearted and giving man named Galen Hayes, and the opportunity to share our words here in the meme he began--55 of them, no more no less--and of course, to enjoy our family and friends in spite of everything. So if you have found the time or the inspiration to write a 55 this week, please leave a link in the comments, and I will be by to check it out. Either way, happiest of holidays to all. This prompt will be good through Sunday.


And here is mine, in the spirit of the occasion...









Thanks Given






Thanks to the little god that
Hides in the moon, lord of night-dance
And spaces. On his face the sun, his back the dark,
Never talking, hands open;
Knowing to last you can't clamp on to
Fire or ice either one. He's my guide
Until the journey's done, from
Love to loss to harvest home.





~November 2017










Thanks to all who played. The 55 is closed till next week.



Images: The Harvest Moon, 1892, by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. Public Domain.
Moon and Cow, 1963, ©Alex Colville. All rights reserved. Fair use.

22 comments:

  1. We don't celebrate the holiday, for reasons which your introduction points out quite clearly. But like in your poem, I am thankful for the small huge things I can feel and understand, for those who give without expecting payment, for those who share, for those who are willing to understand that we can't be truly full while others starve.

    I hope your weekend is a good one.

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    1. Thanks, Magaly. As always, you strike where the iron rings true. Sometimes being thankful is the grace that allows us to continue.

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  2. And here is my bit, which I wrote earlier in the week, "Bleeding Hurts":
    http://magalyguerrero.com/bleeding-hurts/

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  3. I think this is a God I could worship... a gentle and kind one, all ears and understanding... still letting us know that we are on our own and have to solve our own (and hopefully others) problems.

    I wrote this last night and kept to the 55 words.

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    1. Loved the jazz--and the poem. Thanks for playing Bjorn.

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  4. Thanks to your little durable god who shines and shadows what was never ours in first place. And thanks for offering again a cornucopiea to kick-ass 55s. Hoping your holiday had rest and peace in it.

    https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2017/11/24/shores-without-shovels/

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    1. Surprisingly, despite a lot of turkey-work and pie-labor, it did. Thanks B and the same to you.

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  5. Kinda ying-yang. The light and the dark, realizing life is a bit of both - but the one truth is - don't hold on too tight, be thankful for what you have while you have it, because soon enough it will be gone.

    Hugs Joy.

    My 55

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    1. Yes, living in and appreciating the moment seems to be very hard for us humans, so we need to work on it when we can. It's a great pleasure to me that your words are back where I can see them. Thanks, X.

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  6. Recently I read - for the first time, but it sounds right - that the original Thanksgiving was for the raiding party that had just returned safely from murdering 700 Pequot - children, women, men - and that the feast wasn't about natives being generous at all. Another whitewashing of history.

    I'm with Bjorn and this little god...

    From earlier this week, here's mine:

    ersatz

    Have a kick-ass weekend...

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  7. I love your 55 and also the Cow & the Moon art. I seem to be poetically dry-docked atm, and so I wave and move on, intending to buy nothing, disturb no one and laugh at Babyman.

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  8. Ah! At last! A trinket to leave for you! :-)

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-crow-in-my-eye.html

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    1. YAY!! And what a 55! You have thrown the bar over the moon once again--and remind me how rich a feast a crow can make of all the lost dead things...thanks so much for finding the words.

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  9. The moon is at least constant in its inconstancy... a source of small comfort in these times.
    Alas, my mind is fraught, the part that makes poetry may have given up the ghost.

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    1. I do know how that feels--my own stream of words has dried to the occasional trickle--yet, like those plants in the desert that lie bleached under the sun and appear dead, a drop of rain sometimes falls which makes them sprout anew. Best wishes for you, dear Kerry.

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  10. This is absolutely gorgeous. Especially love; "He's my guide until the journey's done, from love to loss to harvest home."💘 Sharing my 55 poem 'Yours & Mine.'

    https://wp.me/p5QHkk-2OI



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  11. Oh the thing of gods and waning moons seems to run so much we humans call holy. Your words nutshell so much of what I feel during this time. We exclude, overeat, and await the black hole of rising from the table and bullying others over a sale we have become enslaved to attend. My piece is a bit of dark humor for the holiday just passed.

    https://blackinkhowl.blogspot.com/2017/11/first-knife-cut-of-ritual.html

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    1. Thanks, Susie. I love my food, and I am grateful for many things, but I dislike the compulsory nature of the entire holiday season. Thanks for playing.

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  12. so i see this dog on Thanksgiving...
    https://angieinspired.wordpress.com/2017/11/26/prose-i-write-in-the-middle-of-the-night-about-a-chihuahua-where-im-challenged-to-note-the-vocabulary/

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    1. Hilarious as hell--thanks for something to be grateful for on this mish-mash weekend, and thanks for playing.

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  13. Finally, I have 55: https://othermary.wordpress.com/2017/11/26/well-well/

    Thank you so much for doing this. And I love how you have made Thanksgiving your own with your 55 words. Inspired, as always. xx

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  14. Oh good goddess, my November is so frenetic that I actually wrote a 55 earlier this week, on PURPOSE no less, and forgot to share it with you! Here it is! Geez. http://www.runawaysentence.com/2017/11/the-life-cycle-of-towels.html
    I love your ditty on thanks... finding it challenging to be thankful, personally, and I'm pretty sure you can relate. xoxox to you, Joy.

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