Friday, September 17, 2010

Gray Musics

The rain hushing softly
Are you picking up where my heart left off
Yet not beating
Gentler, please we are
  So the petals of the rosebud don't bruise
                                     And the wings of the hummingbird won't tire

The last of a generation
               Sings a forgotten song to furry ears
   So familiar

          But my lips cannot find the words

    For this minute, I am quiet

                      Stirring, stirring
     There is no recipe
           When life becomes nothing more but onions steaming

  Forget your questions for a moment

         All too soon they'll return

    No longer  can  I  write  in  rigid  lines

          They grow akin to raindrops

                   Here and there

               Hushing, hushing


This is almost exactly how it ended up in my journal (do you see your influence, Cearra? Forgive me for seeming to imitate... but it could take no other format.)
Speaking of which, my journal! I bought a new journal at Borders, finally. After muddling and musing and giving up, on my way out... I spotted it. It's not pretty to look at, or perfectly lined, but it is mine. Big, black and unlined. Because one cannot ramble in small spaces.

3 comments:

  1. Oh I love it. Very beautiful. And no I do not mind, I hope and live to inspire if only in the smallest of increments.
    I actually believe it or not almost bought you a journal. In Winthrop I visited their bookstore and they had lots of Paperblanks journals. There was one that was called Zen- Pictures of an Awakened Mind. I thought of you, even though I don't know you very well it made me want to buy it for you. It was black mostly and had calligraphy. You should Google it. It might steal your heart away.

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  2. First thought: That is incredibly kind of you. Simply the thought that you almost did is enough, thank you!
    Second thought: Winthrop has a nice bookstore? Of all places... but I guess we only saw a very small bit of it when we stopped there. The loud, rednecks chomping burgers bit.
    And I did Google it... although the picture was small I agree, it just might steal my heart away.

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  3. Hahahahahaha. Winthrop is a funny town. They actually have some pretty awesome shops. They had a nice art gallery too! I was surprised. I was taken with most everything excepting the watercolors, I didn't care for them too much.
    But chya, those burgerchompingrednecks were a tad irritating though I didn't see too many.
    And yay!! I am glad that I felt correctly about it!! It has really cool binding.

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