Countdown To Gratitude

COUNTDOWN TO GRATITUDE

7 – Losing you woke me screaming
6 – The screaming subsided
5 – Took a look around
4 – Discovered I’m
3 – Even so
4 – Still here
1 – Whole
0 – Boundlessness … ness … ness …

Bruised, Bemused And Disabused – A Villanelle

BRUISED, BEMUSED AND DISABUSED

Everything around me looks so very strange
My poor heart has been through the blender
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Bells and vows and rings to exchange
They’re playing our song: “Love Me Tender”
Everything around me looks so very strange

How sweet the fresh taste of each interchange
An angel filling life with her beauty and splendour
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Drifted off, faded away, withdrew out of range
Whatever I did would just offend her
Everything around me looks so very strange

Now I’m a box gathering dust at the post exchange
And the Presley song is “Return To Sender”
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

A vast empty chasm, a mountain range
She’s gouged out then piled up to defend her
Everything around me looks so very strange
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change
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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 52.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/08/29/weekly-writing-prompt-52/

Seed Words: | OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER |

Stuck In The Mud

STUCK IN THE MUD

Seeking duration
We forget love transcends it
And remain mired

Five Day Song Challenge: Day Three

Audrey Dawn – The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister suggested I address myself to meeting this challenge. Two difficulties arise: I. as long time readers will know, I have already posted a number of my favourites so they aren’t eligible; 2. I am by necessity limited to tracks which are freely available on line. In retaliation I decided not to further restrain myself to sticking solely to tracks with lyrics.

3. Tim Buckley – I Must Have Been Blind.

The lyrics can be found at http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-must-have-been-blind-lyrics-tim-buckley.html. I have always heard something a little different from “To live in her life and never trustin'” as written here. What do you think?

In Touch

IN TOUCH

Where are you?
And what’s
Happening with you?

I see your on-line site has gone now too.
While – lost but not forgotten – I remain
And would appreciate contact.

Communication after all
Is even at its best
A two way street.

While without any
Bearable life disappears.

Love Story

LOVE STORY

This weight on one’s chest?
This all too fallible heart?
Imagination!

Mildewing

MILDEWING

A touch more each day
Passing moments but a dream
Too soon forgotten
Age advances – youth retreats
The green leaf wrinkles and dies

Heirloom

HEIRLOOM

A piece of quartz!
What an excellent present
To give
To our first child!

… I threw it in a flowerbed
The gardener will come and turn it under …

Abiding Grief

ABIDING GRIEF

Jaak Panksepp observed
Separation from mother
The worst sort of grief

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Jaak Panksepp

Stumped

STUMPED

Old as I am
And olderness coming
Day by day
Vocabulary rotting
Wasting away

Detach, detach
Who needs the grief?
The foolishness
Of vain denial

So much of life
One brief foray
Mainly wasted on
Sogenannten
Employment

Sat here now
In mid creation
Tip of the tongue
But spittleless

There’s a good word for it
But what it is
Is another matter
Sit patiently
Hopefully