As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Blue
17 October 2011 at 13:03
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
Beautiful…
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
~ kei
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Don’t be bland about Blanding’s turtle – they are globally endangered – not just the Canuck ones. Personally, I’m less concerned about the “danger noodle” but…
So, the Integrity Commissioner has found there were major breaches to Ottawa’s lobbying rules in the lead up to the announcement of a new playground in Mooney’s Bay Park. This was already painfully apparent but we are now backed by findings resulting from the formal investigation in to this boondoggle. The complete article can be read here:
Not to mention, one mature tree produces enough oxygen to support a family of four for one year. They destroyed 16-50 (numbers still not confirmed) mature, healthy trees to put up a bunch of wood chips (ironic…) and plastic crap. Canada (the 2nd largest country in the world) is home to 10% of the world’s forests, that is a shit ton (official Canuck unit of measure) of O2!
Let’s get the petition over the 1000 mark – it’s been noted in communications with CBC news and City Council that people beyond Ottawa care about the environment and endangered species. For those who’ve already signed the petition, you have my heartfelt thanks. You can also show support by liking and sharing the Save Mooney’s BayFacebook page. Heck! If you sign the petition, I may stop squawking about this.
