Before dark After day Silky air Cool breeze We walk Hands held Talking little Feeling good This date Dinner first Martini next Slow dance Let’s fall In love
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Peggy-Sue got married. Not last year, because we were dating then. It wasn’t this Spring either, we were still together, even then. So here is Summer and I’m at the beach, trying to put sunscreen on my back. Peggy-Sue got married yesterday.
moments remembered
summer burns along my spine
‘til death, do us part
I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.
In the way the bones have fallen,
And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.
It’s written in the stars;
In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.
And reinforced by the southward movements
of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.
The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.
Maybe I’m entering my menopause?
Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?
Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.
I’m getting angry, at times, violent.
At other times simply disappointed,
in your failure to understand.
I can’t provide you with support,
not for much longer anyway.
I’m changing and it’s permanent.
We cannot continue this relationship –
not the way it’s currently arranged.
You are going to have to change your ideas,
Or I will not be here for you – your choice.
You need to embrace new energies.
Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.
Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…
… just clean up after yourselves!
If not –
I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
I sometimes look at the ocean and wonder
Do fish look up at the sky and wonder?
I took a picture of the moon rising.
The moonbeams pierced the clouds
And shone brightly on the surface
Of an otherwise black sea.
Did the sea creatures below see the beauty?
These thought occur regularly.
They sneak out of dark corners
Way back in my mind.
It makes me wonder what else goes on…
Back there.
My subconscious scares me a little,
Am I controlling it?
My life experiences
Held in a big subconscious bowl.
Allowed to stew and blend,
Then pushed forward –
Unfiltered, unprocessed…unspoiled?
I mean, I’ve sometimes had the thought –
How can somebody do wrong
To another person –
Yell, hit, ignore, vilify or worse.
And then the thought comes –
How did it feel for the perpetrator?
Do I really want to know?
I don’t, and if I don’t
Why does my subconscious?
Idle curiosity…
I choose to think so.
I look into my dog’s eyes –
I love you they say.
Or is that what I want them to say.
When is dinner?
That’s probably what she’s thinking.
Maybe that look’s just curiosity?
And if curiosity killed the cat –
I am in a lot of trouble.
Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
