Down down, you bring me down......

Well, not much happened today. I'm feeling better and today's walk went by smoothly except for my sister singing the entire way. That was a little embarrassing. Don't get me wrong, she has a great voice, but c'mon. She had earphones on, but man, was she loud belting out the Sheryl Crow. Eh, the stares from others on the path didn't really bother me, but the fact that I could hear my sis even though I was listening to my music did. Ha...That dork.
Speaking of the path, it runs along a river (more like a creek) and there were so many gnats and mosquitos, I wouldn't be surprised if I ingested some. Hmmm, my protein of the day. I really ought to take a camera and get a couple of snapshots. I wouldn't mind taking my watercolors or sketchbook and working on some art then and there, but I would have to be alone, and I doubt I will with all the joggers and fellow walkers out there. It was jam packed today. It's kinda gross too, because people actually go swimming in the river. Yuck, all I can think of is all the gross stuff people can do in there. Geez, I hope I never see a turd float by or whatever. Ugh. HA! If I happen to have my camera with me, I may take that pic and post it here. EEEWWWW!!! LOL
****Reading: Life of Pi (still)
****Listening: Stone Roses - "I am the Resurrection" LOVE THIS SONG!

It's been a long time, baby.

I know, I know. I've really slacked off lately, and I did what I told myself I wasn't going to do. I took a looooong break. Hey, I can't help it if I was on hiatus. Actually I could, but anyway.
So much has happened. My sis and her two kids moved in, but I don't mind. If anything, it's been a lot more fun around here, and I really love chatting and hanging out with my two sissies. LOL Never a dull moment here, and when there is I totally take advantage of it and read. Plus, I get added bonuses. My sis bought me two books yesterday - Stephen King's The Stand and Ann Rice's Pandora. I've read a handful of their other stuff and it's ok for me. Not my favorites, but quite enjoyable.
What else happened yesterday? Oh yeah, the three of us (me and my two sisters)regularly go walking. Yeah, the five miles, but this time we followed Muscles and GEEZ, I think we ended up walking a total of eight or ten miles. I almost died. Seriously, it was ultra-hot, I didn't have water, and at the end I couldn't even make a fist, my hands felt so swollen and tingly. Maybe I was hyperventilating. That did it.....I'm sticking to five miles. Especially in this heat. I think I got a mild case of sun stroke too, because I still feel a little queasy and my tummy is cramping. :/ Yeah, I skimped out on today's walk. Surprise, surprise.
***Reading: Yann Martel's _Life of Pi_
***Listening: U2 - "Night and Day"

Anybody listening? 

Nocturnes

Nocturnes

(Urania)
June, and in millions
of jewel-like drops of dew
dwell diminutive moons,
This is how heaven sends its scent
so in the morning you
use your hands to wash your face in it.

(Euterpe)
June, strewn white petals
on the sidewalk cement
where now splat raindrops,
a worn denomination of coin
so thin there is only it's luster-
not the white of the white
but clear, an invisible thing distinct
as the difference between looking at the yard light
and at blossoms in its light

(Clio)
June, and the boom of backyard fireworks
Like a tree, that has suddenly bloomed
on the horizon across town
has shocked the light out of fireflies
Now they travel more slowly, silently, stupidly,
Like the particles of darkness they mostly are.

(Calliope)
June, and the juvenile great horned
is the sound of a rusty hinge
as the doors of its hunger open
at inexact intervals
on the solid geometry of the dark
where the parent owl waits in silences long and several.

(Erato)
June, and with the speed of hummingbird's wings
a bead beats the walls
of a plastic whistle
calling kids playing kick the can in.
The stars blink
Doorbell lights link the houses in the dark
Bedsprings, bedsprings, bedsprings. All night crickets sing.

(Terpsichore)
June, midnight.
The bugs have taken their last bite.
A neighbor's compressor
metallic as the cricket
shudders and falls asleep.
Parked under the streetlight,
Shawn's black pickup still ticks.
There is reason his shadow is quiet.
Who in his right mind
bounces to bullfrogs
plucking their fat rubber bands?

(Polyhymnia)
June, a day begun when the goldfinch
skipped the length of the lane like a stone.
when mayflies danced in place,
an erratic whirl of electrons
heated by the sun.
When the form of the oak, the ash, the linden turned amorphous in the breeze.
When in the afternoon a
lost squadron of geese
flew so low overhead
their wings whipped up sound
not unlike dimestore balsa-wood planes,
their rubber bands wound and released.
When the only sign of now, the night, was a crow, sitting warily, but still for his portrait
on the ball of a flagpole-
shadow lord or all.
At once magnifying and soaking up the light.

(Thalia)
June, a delicate rain.
You don't mean to look up her skirt,
but now as if afforded a periscope,
you slowly focus upon the asphalt turning from drab to patent leather.

(Melpomene)
June, and the funeral home lights are on in the basement.
There has been an accident, a little girl.
It is how the undertaker will afford the hall.
for his daughter's wedding.
Suppose in midst of preparation
he freezes, looks to the ceiling
as if standing under
the dumb thunder of a dance floor.
What love has joined
Let not grief put asunder.
Should we take the bride's hand
to find the only step she knows
is the danse macabre, it is no wonder.

~Karl Elder

Shadows on the mountainside....

This week has been very trying. For no apparent reason I've been out of sorts, feeling a bit lost. I need some time to myself, to think things through, organize my feelings. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to do that. My family has been suffocating me this week, and I haven't had a chance to just be alone - until today. I spent most of the day in my room, reading, and staring off into space or out the window, watching the shadows of leaves dance through the blinds. Tonight I will let it all out and watercolor or draw every emotion that feels trapped inside.
**Listening: Tea Party