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from the perpetual flow of time an instant was arranged for you..and lovingly accepted. From a fast-flowing stream of light a hand plucked out a few flecks of dust and unfolded them into images. you, with your nets, like a fisherman who doesn't speak in the morning. lips that would speak, of half-forgotten things, and random words like tea and oranges and china.
the mirror, wintercold; your eyes silverdark with sorrow. the ancient affinity of sound for darkness, the inmost self made outcast. your words, held to the light, proved to be forged..but there were other words, words that like lost lovers briefly came together, circled one another, unraveled and fell. and they were a true witness, even though many did not understand.
4 comments:
dear, dear b...
sometimes i have no idea what you are saying, but i've found if i don't struggle too hard to understand, sometimes i get carried through and i know some message passed between even as i have no idea what it is.
sometimes that is annoying.
other times is all that is needed. like now.
be well, koala dear
mani! :-)
always a pleasure to welcome you here..unfortunately, given my limited resources i can only offer you tea (no biscuits or oranges from china!)
yes, well, if u have trouble reading this imagine how hard it is for me to write this rubbish!
what does it mean..gad knows. i woke up we these words fresh in my mind(sounds really poetic, doesn't it?!...but is in reality just a reflection of too many cinnamon rolls just before i sleep)
what r the plans for christmas? here or back to canada?
it's okay, you don't have to engage in this general chit chat.
take care,
koala mir.
manuela, that was me btw, just in case u didn't recognize me.
i also wanted to say that because i like talking here with you and others that i find it a bit 'annoying'..no, not in any serious way...when you run off without finishing the discussion...if there's one thing i've learnt over the years it's always let the other person have the last word
(especially if it's a woamn!!:_) sorry, sorry, couldn't resist...i hope you don't mind my silly sense of humour)
so, for example, i wannted to tell u about the last lines that inspired the columbo post but you weren't anywhere to be found...i was about to go to your blog and call u over-as one calls a friend over to their place, but i'm not sure if u'd find that rude)
khair...
hope u are well
u sound a bit down.
khaireat?
dear b., you know it's not the refreshments but the company that really matters! :)
hello
i am very supportive of you habit of letting others have the last words, let me start with that. i think it's something that we need more of in the world :)
that being said, for some reason i thought it sort of blog etiquette to let the host have the last word - reading your comment i realized something i hesitated continuing with comments, not to create an obligation for you to respond, and that i'd try to assess with each comment whether you expected a response or not.
ok, it sounds a bit silly not that i write it down... so, sorry for leaving things up in the air. sometimes it also has to do with my internet access, i get a gap and then when i'm back the momentum may seem gone
excuses, excuses (thought i'd say it before you :)
and no, i would not find it rude if you came to call me over. i would find it sad if that was the only reason you ever came over, but that's not the case, is it.
anyway, i think we have a precedent, don't we, where, if memory serves me correctly, you actually came over and threatened to call me 'annoying' or 'irritating' or something like that? so, you know, feel free to build on that foundation anytime.
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