“You know, in all honesty, I am getting tired of these games. It actually breaks my “heart” to see what you are doing. And in the end, I am not helping at all…”
her angelic wisdom
was countenanced with jade
with the folded pool of resignation,
the sunder striking
the darkening claps applause
love’s tears, healing pause
(I’ve always loved this song. Sometimes I like to think of it in the divine, humble, merciful voice of Christ/Love).
friendship is simple. it’s also complex, but let’s ignore that.
it can be what we want it to be.
well, sometimes. there is such a thing as unrealistic expectations but that’s not what this post is about. this post is simple. this post will simply concentrate on the lovely simplicity of simple friendship.
take the friendship cats offer just as one example:
But she really did love those tiles.
They were hand made
and placed with loving
carelessness, in haste.
She picked them for practicality
for their water proof qualities
(not thinking about salt water, of course),
and their quirkiness,
something different for everyone.
He helped her peel them off,
“it’s time for a renovation”, he said.
This is a reworking of a poem I wrote a couple of months ago, after visiting an old friend in Arizona. These gorgeous trees surrounded our camp site. A night by a campfire, sharing sorrows and burdens with an old friend, is one of the best things in life imho. Thanks to Charles, the reluctant poet for inviting me to join ‘the back side of the night’ theme started by The sailor poet. I really appreciate their encouragement, as well as that by Davy at Davy D blog. Thanks Guys!
How those maudlin woods enticed us
adorned so enchantingly with unprecipitation
and the black of trees’ core,
begging interpretation from the sympatheticly dressed.
swirling and seen
as we drift into sleep.
so long in the past
our impressions were cast
our friendship to keep.
I had never heard this before. But it’s gorgeously sweet.
(I took this photo yesterday of my father. He still works as a landscaper, at 83! He helps to take care of this beautiful property for his friend, who died a couple of years ago. He helps to lovingly tend it for her children who currently live elsewhere.)
your whispering legacy haunted
those delightfully enchanted trees
they bashfully danced to the harmony’s spell
you cast on ebullient breeze.
gentle tread of your variegated spirit
Thirteen years have already passed Dresden, and I still remember the way your venerable spirit soaked through my pores, filling my lungs with a new language.
But it wasn’t until my beloved friend started to sing, that my heart translated the stories she told me, the unspeakable truths of her tormented past.
Never have I been so moved by sound, the waves joyously belying the stripped beneath. Struggling to remain standing, my heart already on its knees, Perspective winded me in all tenses.
If ever anyone should bow to any sense of venerable, it was now, at her humble feet. I took a photo, one that should be in the dictionary…
my dear friend
my old friend
my forever friend
so happy we reconnected
and friendship should always be celebrated (didn’t expect this did you? Ha. Gotcha. Plus, I always liked this song! Just thought of it today after we parted. Girl, how you make me laugh.)
Above all those others, keep flying… ❤
(ah synchronicity, I just realised I wrote a poem about a family member with some of this imagery and I’ve never seen this video before. there’s no snow in our snow globe (part one) )
written so beautifully on the map
to leave a lasting impression
and reminds me of a song
(I never understood),
For my friend’s adorable cat…
furtively felining into the room
unannounced, unruly fur unadorned
blinking in reluctant wakefulness
he stares into her dishevelled mind
the scroll and the screen
the drip from the downdream
picking right in my mainstream.
the gasp (of suscitation)
Did I mention I love snow?
- Praying and wishing you moments, and more, of peace and beauty this holiday season (without any nasty plot twists at the end) from a very grateful heart.
cart wheeling down a memory foam floor
mind brake off
jadeless tinted glasses
I have never been much of a Kylie Minogue fan, but this is one of her songs I’ve always liked. This cover takes it to another level.
Concise guide (which only makes sense if you watch it) “I wasn’t worried…”
“a vintage Tame Impala guitar solo as well…confused yet unhinged…”
O write us some air
you’re the prism one
refract us a dream tonight