Sunday, October 5, 2014

The Sequestered


My pieces are scattered.  I am all over the place.  Emotionally.  Practically. Creatively stunted.  Lost. This past week all of the pieces of my life twisted and bruised and frayed.  Overwhelmed, I was accused of uncharacteristic behaviour, I was hurt, I was angered, felt strained and fell into a few days of sickness that were lost to misery and sleep.  It could have been I caught something on my travels but if I know my body and my heart like I do, I am guessing I wore down, broke down and succumbed to the struggles.  It happens.  I know I am not alone there.

I am doing my best, my very best.  I am trying to keep my chin up, muddle through the worry and to honour what is asked of me and expected.  It is a difficult task when you feel adrift and you have no idea how to reach the shore.  Safely.  Without capsizing.

I am feeling better today.  I got outside, bought some stationary, bought tea, bought trinkets for Halloween.  It helped.  More than I can mention.  I even wrote a sappy little poem while eating tomato soup with crackers, listening to Matt Epp records.  I thumbed through my worn dictionary, took time to appreciate words and the solitude of it all.  It felt good, like home, like healing.  Sort of.

This was the result of spending time alone:


The Sequestered

‘what will survive of us is love’ – Philip Larkin

the moment you wake up
in the middle of the night

quietly hopeful talking in bed
a snare of soft supple syllables

you place your kiss on my face
charming and tender and civil

in the blue hour of morning
the moment you find sleep

your throat humming low
slowly alerting me awake

just an ordinary woman
just an ordinary gentleman

the sequestered
the harmonious
                two blending

imperfect is a passive paradise
when true romance is vanquished

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Speaking of Matt Epp, he's releasing a six song EP called 'Luma' in a few days.  20% of his CD sales world wide will be going to Save The Children.  He was inspired by the efforts of Alicia Keys and is following suit. He is such a good human.  Make sure you go take a listen and support.

In propinquity,
Nic








2 comments:

  1. Okay, I wrote this great encouraging comment that got erased when I signed in. *sigh* Here's what I remember of it:

    I missed this post, Nic, for which I am excessively remorseful. People under extreme stress often behave out of character - it's a symptom of the stress and should be acknowledged as such, not by you, but by those who witness the behaviour. It's not really you. Coping mechanisms have limited capacity and all this shows is that yours is starting to give under pressure. Best thing you can do is warn folks to approach with caution if they haven't already figured that out. There's no shame in saying you're overwhelmed and details are not required.

    How wonderful that this poem emerged from your distress. It's pure. Simple. Magical. Vivid. Hopeful and - typical of you - romantic. If you're still producing poetry, I know you're still with me. Thank you for this post.

    I love you, kid. Be strong. This too shall pass.

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    1. Thanks, Ru. I love you too and appreciate your words more than you know.

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