The edges of my life are still blurry And sometimes, It feels like I’m flying alone.
Moon tells me this is not so. “It’s all in your head” she says. Cloud becomes indignant… “And what am I to you? All these years I have performed At your every whim, Creating mood and color?”
Sun waxes stoic. “You hurt me with that assessment, But I understand your condition. Sometimes, We stop seeing what our eyes are telling us And we listen to that recurring nightmare That will not leave us alone.
Open your eyes Live the beauty set before you. Let it fill your every pore. I will cover your face With the energy That fosters love, gentleness, And kindness. Isn’t this sufficient?”
October 9 marked one year here on WordPress. Thank you everyone who has been a sun and moon to me in this crazy expressive world.
photograph is multiple exposures – post includes color shifts and light texture
(About being a child. The smell of fall triggers a waterfall of emotion. Freedom is lost to structure and the renewed experience of being chosen or rejected in the new/old social setting we call school)
Darkness falls earlier these days Without fail The melancholy wells up
Like thermal mud-pots Boiling over With pent up anticipation
Soon there will be a choosing A renewing Confirmation of what I already know
The abyss in my stomach returns As I reach out Clumsily grasping for tree limbs
Eyes closed, over the cliff I go Encircled by perfection Conscious of every rejection
Life cycles ended in harvest A new year But we’re told it’s not yet new year
If I open my eyes Will I hit bottom?
Oils on canvas – 16″x20″ The sixties was a time when a child would grow up outside. Mothers would tell their children “go outside and play”. We would….oh we would. We were almost feral….until it was time for dinner. Going “back to school” robbed us of that freedom, and brought the testing of our worldly social skills to the fore. Some of us were very good at it. Some of us simply blended into the lead-painted siding. Fall for me has always been painted with these experiences, even after all these years.
Sittin’ on a fence ‘Cause I couldn’t decide Should I travel through the portal To the other side?
There ain’t much here ‘Cept this fence and me A coupl-a bushes A coupl-a trees
And they’re boring! So boring. Never talk, nope, they never talk. They never laugh or sing either! Just get pushed ’round by the breeze. That’s all….just sorta hmmmmm And hmmmmm…or swoosh swoosh swoosh Like that.
I don’t know why I stay here! I should just fly through that portal And find a rEAl AdveTuRe!