Joys Fears Pains Sensitivities

Joys Fears Pains Sensitivities

I wonder what it feels like to be a young Bob Dylan in a

Greenwich Village apartment making prank phone calls

or the endless repetition of supernatural light creating

beautiful sun-bleached palettes of a wild paradise fire

I imagine myself as prevalent and brimming with cool

the sole owner of one inspired and continuous blunder

protected by the diaphanous sheath of obliviousness

digging dramatic ground to entomb the barefaced verity

an indolent string of made-up words are the train-tracks

to the bleached-bone straightforwardness of not knowing

the look of a dominant voice recommending you to surrender

your whole heart for something important named after you

to not be in attendance for your own departure diminishes its

perfection and resolve like balancing dancers on the memory

of the very last lines emblazoned on the softness of the sand

joys fears pains sensitivities

we were never meant to survive

under one small star

**

It is wet and cold outside today. Coincidentally, it’s also Halifax’s Parade of Lights. My buds and I are going to brave the cold and damp with layers and rain ponchos and participate. I am still planning my attire in my head as I type this. Should be fun even if a little uncomfortable due to the elements but we’ll be together, united, ready to soak in a little holiday cheer. Cheer never hurt no one!

I slept in good this morning. I had a rough heart day yesterday so I turned my phone off at 9ish, binge watched some Parks and Recreation for a little lightness and headed to sleep by 11ish. Sadness is exhausting but I woke up today, made a hearty brunch, a pot of tea and did some writing (the result being the above poem). While writing I listened to Adele’s 25 and Chris Stapleton’s Traveller records, both of which I love. I should have been working on my story but that I will save for tomorrow. This morning I just felt like filling my ears with music while I tinkered with words. It felt good.

Wishing you a bountiful Saturday. However you spend it, I hope joy finds you.

In propinquity,

Nic