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Poem: Missing

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I was coming home one day on the Vancouver Metro when I suddenly became melancholy. It occurred to me that the childhood city I grew up in was disappearing.  The creeks I jumped in, the trees I had climbed, had become either parking lots, new subdivisions or 30 story towers.


Blue reflecting blue

A scented cedar bow

The sound of a cackling raven

The great blue heron

Catching frogs on the banks

Catfish and crayfish

Towering grass

City in transition again

Cranes scratching the sky

Jackhammers on pavement

Towering glass

Missing stillness

Underground tunnels

Gobbling monster machines

Eating cedar, grass and creeks

Masses and movement

My childhood city


Carl Meadows,

August 22, 2009

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I was born in Prince Rupert, BC and I grew up in Port Coquitlam, BC within metro Vancouver. I was a non-conventional boy winning awards for choreography, dance, and led many school performance numbers before grade 6. I also competed as a figure skater and was notorious for doing cart wheels on the ice. I was bullied all through my school years and ended up going to 3 different High Schools and didn't graduate as a result. This was the era of no Gay Rights in Canada. I struggled with visibility, identity and self-esteem. I am one of the lucky survivors as most of my friends died of AIDS or committed suicide. I graduated as a Registered Nurse in 1993 and it was the proudest achievement in my life. It taught me that despite hardships, I could overcome insurmountable challenges. I am committed to making the world more compassionate and doing my part by celebrating LGBTQ contributions to the world. In 2014 I responded to a call to sponsor two Syrian Gay refugees to come to Canada. This launched the beginning of a national Charity called the Rainbow Foundation of Hope. I was the founding President. n my professional life, I am a Registered Nurse and a Healthcare Executive. I live with my husband and our dog Rocky in Penticton BC

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  1. Your poem is full of humanity. I could write two or three pages about it’s syntax, structure, the way you use verbs, emotions stirred (of course) – but I could just say it like that: full of humanity.


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