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Category: General bewilderment
So I was merrily going my way along WordPress today, and then I saw a quote, (egads I hear you say)…but it reminded me of something that had been on my mind, but wasn’t sure I should divulge, (and how many buts could I have in one sentence, but anyway…)
I live, mostly, in a general state of bewilderment, and it has been such a wonderful surprise to discover the amount of other people on WP in such a state. I feel like we should be stretching out a big picnic blanket and then oohing and aahing over all of the somewhat disgustingly interesting food we would bring out of our baskets. (Just a forewarning…my food will be a perfect candidate for those “Nailed It” comparison posts on social media I never get sick of.) Plus, you will have to be patient with me as I fight urges to hug everyone, which I do constantly when I read your gut wrenching, devastatingly glorious writing.
But I think I am digressing, I’m not sure.
This cellular leaking
in no particular order
is so kindly clogging arteries
and/or
maybe veins.
An old one, but a favourite. And I’m feeling a little old today. Oh stop me. 🙂
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I always thought
I could stack up my regrets
and one day
(Hint: it did not lead to maths class).
She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. It was the only way she knew how. To stop the time. To restart his breathing.
(I could have that wrong – it might be, that she was the only one who knew how to do it. No one remembered. No one cared.)
it’s always the same,
the way time travels through
my state of wellness, slow motioned
behind my lightening thirst for sensical,
my cells’ disarrayed dismay –
begging for meaningful placement
in the shadow of this storeyed tattoo.
(Today, while inspired by the wonderfully creative and philosophical mind of Aurora, once again, Threadbare, that’s me myself and me all over again I was reminded of this. And check out her blog, too, if you haven’t.)
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Confused by the vapid voices of renewal
because it surely wasn’t her heart
that languided out of the new year cake
they did used to jump she recalled
she thought it was time to do something.
This manicured violence
that entertains our peace
weeping mystification
I long for relief
there’s no relief…
Continue reading
it’s not okay
smokeless haze
and mock refinery
of thoughtless plays
on moods
I said to the clown.
you’re moving me
why can’t I find you
in this picture of a thousand words
you’re in between.
trees hovering over water
she started to write it
again like a song
and the notes were prolific
but the _______ was wrong
and every second bounced now
her angelic wisdom
was countenanced with jade
filling her
with the folded pool of resignation,
I baked a cake
was not for me
it was for you
it will not do
the cake was fine
and rose in synch
with proper force
of nature’s course
Midnight tunes
thought balloons
filled in, and
it’s coming around again.
misplaced clowns
haunted frowns
shaving paint
the mirror’s afloat again.
the differences in magnitude on scales forever changing.
Fluorescence from the colliding of atoms rearranging.
They wait for them to die so they can get a better seat
you never liked opera anyway the flickering’s offbeat.
