Terribly long week.
I had a trying day yesterday.
Emotions, hormones and all that crazy jazz had me in a tizzy. There were moments where I felt like I might
snap and bust open into a million little pieces. Those kinds of days are few
and far between for me but it goes without saying, I dislike them intently. I started a poem but I couldn’t write, I was
too uptight and every muscle in my body was screaming. I couldn’t focus and it took me almost the
entire commute home to start breathing with ease. A quiet visit with a dear friend turned the
day around for me and afterward the latest episode of ‘Californication’ sung me
into a deep sleep. I heart Hank Moody.
The bright side is I possess focus today and despite the
dreary weather I polished off this poem in my down-time and am ready to share.
On another happy note, THREE MORE SLEEPS UNTIL TRAGICALLY
HIP! I am very much looking forward to a
day out with my best friend, dinner at The Wooden Monkey and then taking our
seats for the show. It’s been a very
long time since The Hip and my hero Gord Downie rolled into town and graced us
with their presence. I am terribly
excited and getting more so with each passing second! I’m such a music nerd.
A Little Stubborn
often we tell ourselves
‘he loves us too
much’
when he walks away
so beautiful & promising
a little stubborn to the truth
a little blind to the naked facts
but time will stop
everything will cease
morning will not come easily
after you’ve traced his steps
to a blithe smile in a doorway
or through her open window
&
in the bend of your next embrace
it is wholesome lonesomeness
to write a story while occupied
by devious man’s rapaciousness
all of the names have been changed
but it is love that pins us down
&
makes us a little stubborn
makes us a little more tenacious
to have the opportunity to prove
our affections are more than anecdotes
**
Here’s a kindness challenge for you today – hug your
Mom. She loves your hugs.
In propinquity,
Nic
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