what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)

a day that’s already bled in
(365 times Hallmark)
to our psyches’ movement
through mountained plains

perpetual translating
of the countenanced refrains
that echo
after birth.

The depth obfuscated, unsung
fully,
we play punctiliously with undone
really
and the cardium layers hold hands
tightly
tremoring with the ache
of a thousand forms.

And there’s no way to finish these lines
kaleidoscoped mystery of a Child’s eyes…

“I don’t want to

give you any of it. None of it. Don’t even bother asking”, was the un-pep talk she gave her reflection every morning.

And the good Lord knew that her mirror needed some un-pepping.

It was greedy for power. And it had to stop.

She wallpapered over it. With the lyrics of songs, scriptures, books, poems. Her favourite people. Her favourite letters.

She stood back to gaze at her soul mirror. While eating her favourite ice cream.

 

interminable iota

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I admit. I am rather happy to see this year end. It just seemed appropriate to repost this (from the 17th of Dec, last year).

~

that pause of minutest minutes

between the un and the furl.

the joyous window unwinding

that threatens the re and the curl.

the risk of the lean

into the breeze,

minute puts out its smoke

and falls to its knees.

it’s time to go sailing

 

agapanthus globe

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pixabay image

 

Inverted in space,

suspended in the north

with a southerly persuasion,

my heart grown in two,

homes.

 

Bejewelled moments

I want to break off to keep,

but my weeping hands

sift the fractures in wrong places.

 

I hold on instead –

ached to this perfect petal,

floated away on familiar

rivered Breeze.

 

 

originally posted 30th Jan, 2017

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It’s true,

I really am a sucker for shiny.

The projected kind, that is.

Those little humans, the ones over there,

thoughtlessly shooting out

the sparkly ties that find.

The contagious giddy in the fleeting standstill.

Completely undone

in the collective, unspoken cradling

of the fragile glass of now.

 

 

Originally posted 26th Dec, 2016. I can’t believe it’s been a year…

digit the majestic (revisited upon his passing)

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For my friend’s adorable cat…and now, truly in his honour and with gratitude for the short time we spent together…(drawing by my niece).

~*~

furtively felining into the room,

unannounced, unruly fur unadorned,

blinking in reluctant wakefulness,

he stares into my dishevelled mind,

eyes sparking in the recognition of likes,

“it must take a long time brushing that out?”

 

pawing my cerebral textiles

for a loose thread of understanding,

I roll it into a ball

to play with later.

 

Weighed down by the fire

we sink into the magic napping carpet…

 

originally posted 9th Jan, 2017

I will never sleep again

So the thing is, I am in a dilemma. I know, just one dilemma seems like I am bragging about how blessed I am, (and that is a whole other conversation) but it is a pretty serious dilemma.

My husband just got home from overseas, and on the plane he watched the Lego Batman movie. For all kinds of reasons, I have not seen it yet. Most likely related to the fact we don’t live near a cinema, and I wanted to see it in one. And then, I just got lazy. I mean, come on, trying to conjure up the excitement that one only gets when visiting a movie theatre, is just hard work. HARD WORK. Or not. I might be rambling.

But there is a scene that is SO ME, he had to write it down. So here it is. Maybe you have seen it. But I am guessing you will want to see it again. Because, you know, this is important. (And what is really important to know, is that I am not Alfred in this scenario).

I’m pretty sure you can figure out what my dilemma is now, because what else would you be doing but trying to figure this out?
So, do I rename my blog to: Saynoto_____clowns?
(The blank matters. I don’t want to spoil it for those who haven’t seen this. I might be in a serious dilemma, but I don’t want to be unkind.
Btw, an inadvertent part one to this story – the remote’s hiding under my insomnia
).

 

For Dear Gina/Singledust

I wanted to take some time to honour Gina’s grief, in the loss of her son.

2017 has been a hard year, for a lot of people…a year of loss and endings and grief, and I marvel at the beautiful words Gina has written, I needed them too. Thank you, kind friend. You are a talented, and lovely, shining presence in the WordPress world. So many hearts are with you! I hope you do find some comfort in the ones sitting with you, when our words can never be enough.

If you have a moment, her moving tribute: come sit with me

maybe 999

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A picture’s worth a thousand words,

apparently,

but I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration

in this case,

obviously,

depending on your proclivities

and how you deconstruct images,

categorically,

but when I look at this photo I took today,

I admire the roses

unabashedly,

which have struggled against all odds,

eg, the many odd ways I have neglected them,

oh jiminy crickets, roses, I am so sorry!

(Thank you to my husband for rescuing them

and how tidy does my desk look?)

Wow. But, note to self,

importantly,

don’t open the drawers.

For the love of God

 

The moral of this story is that

well, there isn’t one, however,

in a quiet corner,

banished-ly

a small, black object sits,

object of scorn and derision.

I look at

disappointingly

 

my computer mouse.

My expensive, non working

computer mouse.

Yes, that’s right mouse.

You cower, like the coward you are,

cowardly.

But you also managed

to end up in an ironically, prominent

position.

Just like the narcissist you are.

Naturally.

 

Now you will tell everyone

it’s all my fault,

 

indubitably.

1000 sundowns

Thanks to Mr Ward Clever doing a post on the  saddest song, and consequently doing my head in as I tried to think of just one(!)…I thought of Emma Louise. This song isn’t necessarily the saddest, but the way she performs all of her work, is so moving.

I found this live performance where she briefly explains the story behind this song. Plus, I personally think this performance is exquisite. So I thought I would share it. Because, why cry alone? *unambiguous smiley face emoji*