Away From Me

Away From Me

I miss you

you are away from me

leaves me

stubborn to company

leaves me

bewildered by aloneness

you are away from me

I miss you

our last goodbye

our final curtain call

leaves me

arrested by surrender

leaves me

inflamed by madness

I miss you

you are away from me

too far

too long

you are away from me

you are away from me

**

I am all aflutter.  This coming Saturday I have planned a fabulous artist date for myself.   Fresh air, food, daydreaming, writing and live theatre.  I bought myself a ticket to see ‘Glace Bay Miner’s Museum’ at Neptune Theatre.  Just me.  When I worked at Eastern Front Theatre, ‘Glace Bay Miner’s Museum’ (an award winning play by the uber talented Wendy Lill and based on a short story by the indelible Sheldon Currie) was the first show of my tenure.  I was fortunate enough to see it in Parrsboro at Ship’s Company Theatre onboard the old MVKipawo.  It was spectacular, the cast, the direction, the writing, everything.  I watched it every night at Alderney Landing Theatre while working and I never once grew tired of the compelling story, told so eloquently, the Cape Breton style music and remnants of home, Atlantic Canadian storytelling and talent at their finest.  Nothing compares, really.

I’m excited to attend and support Mary Vingoe’s direction once again and a story that’s deserves to be shared and absorbed by many.  Live theatre is spectacular, it is in that very moment and it is exhilarating and knowing the hard work, passion and dedication it takes to mount (or re-mount) a show, it is so inspiring and moving.

I’m happy to report that for the most part, the grump is gone.  I’m still feeling some residual effects and perhaps some of that is PMS but the sun is shining which is always a blessing and I’m having dinner with a dear friend after work so that’s always a bonus.  I mostly look forward to a good night’s sleep tonight.  I haven’t been sleeping very well and I hope to kick insomnia in the shins and send it packing.  I have a bottle of red wine home sitting on the counter, leftover from the weekend.  Might be wise to pop the cork and have a nip before tucking myself in.  Fine, you’ve twisted my arm.

Hope your Tuesday is fair.

In propinquity,

Nic

A Little Stubborn

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.

 And now, poetry:

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