the cherry blossoms weep, and i feel their sorrow
deep in the marrow of my restless soul
Their Sorrow
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Illusions
A wasp got into the house today. Flying to the top of the 15 foot living room ceiling, banging its large body against the big windows, causing a bruising, crunching sound with every violent slam.
At first, it was motivated and seemingly angry, wings buzzing in frenetic gestures of desperation.
Ten hours after its first appearance on my window, the wasp hung onto the sill quietly, exhausted and resigned.
When everything else is stripped down, what finally remains is the illusion of an open sky held at bay by invisible walls barring all flight.
The Past
i dream of the past and suffer all over again
Spanishwoods is 2 1/2 years old. In that time I have brought only positive light to these blog pages. But for the next week, it’s going to get a little darker. One week of meloncholia. One week of a negative purging of sorts. If you have no desire to read a stormier version of the woods, skip this week and I will see you again in mid July.
Spotlight
i caught a lightning bug last night,
watched it walk tentatively along
the edges of my fingers,
its phosphorescence blinked on my palm–
a spotlight on destiny
All Along
it was you, all along, it was you
Things that Reflect
mercury glass and mirrors,
puddles of water, windows,
books, movies and songs,
ice chips and diamonds,
silver spoons, steady minds,
sometimes children and sometimes parents
Knowing
it’s taken me so long
to know so little
Evening
we sat up high and watched the sun set,
the boats dock, and the impending darkness creep upon us
Things that Pierce
nails and pins,
thumbtacks and sharp glass,
love, hate and pointed words,
needles, nettles and stingers,
truths and lies
Silence
sometimes silence feels like a warm embrace
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