SEAM SEEMS - Saturday Apr. 9, 2011
today’s Musing written and published from Cranston in south- east Calgary, near the Bow River valley
About music/video links – I find on Saturday and Sunday mornings I have time, and perhaps my readers do to, to listen to some music. I choose pieces I like that connect, in some way, to the subject matter or to my mood… hope you like them]
Here are today’s selections: Smokey Robinson The Tracks Of My Tears , Carly Simon and James Taylor Mockingbird , Eric Clapton Tears in Heaven and Layla , Norah Jones Don’t Know Why , Willie Nelson Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain
Morning walk: 0C/32F, few clouds; we cruised across the soccer fields where today’s thaw will re-create soggy, but, for now at least, firmness of turf and frozen-over puddle made a nice crunch that kept us muck-free as we sampled stiff breeze in our nostrils.
I’ll rest a bit, sleep a bit, watch golf (Masters weekend) a lot, test-drive my new Paella pan, write some, work some . . . and hopefully get my bike out for some limbering-up.
That seam, between night and morning, seems to me, more of a hinge, not stitched, connects some rest with all the rest of my week, its end, this weekend – so easy to flop back into lethargy, but my walk left me re-freshed, ambitious and eager to not waste the day.
But, even if its spent couch-potato-ing with a good read and one eye on the TV, how bad could that be, what more could I want?
Connecting time/space and feeling - face up, outward – open to opportunity, but focused on attention to intention, malaise-ish resting up Saturday morning coffee inhaling, newspaper sponging, music enveloping mornings . . .
I want what everyone wants; waking, in touch with a beating heart’s warmth transferred through sheets and whispers . . . as if, by wishing this idyllic on myself there might be a button to push, to manifest its creation.
Please hear me: I know you are out there – c’mon over, and bring your jammies.
SOFTNESS
Like whisper
in morning
arrives on dawn
leaves with breeze
so fleet ‘ting
memory of it
try to grasp
clasp with hands or in my mind
so elusive
yet
I might one more time
be lucky
some day
before I gasp
last
hold that feeling
again
if only
for a moment
when
softness
visits.
~~~
Last year I did a poem a day for a year – THE POETRY PROJECT . This Musing year (my 9th), starting March 21, 2011, I set a new goal - write a short story a week, post a new one each Monday morning for 52 weeks. To check out this week’s story: RxXXX , link to: Short Story Project
~~~
Mark Kolke
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April 8 - HUNG ABOVE ME - Comments Received
I hear you Mark. We may never solve the problems of our life by thinking about them. Yet to take the action to be around the environment that nourishes our Hearts and souls and Spirits is very Beautiful and Whole in itself. I sometimes feel I write a pros and cons list of my situations or could be Situations, only to find out I have wrote an order of things, thoughts, feelings, yet there is still the Chaos of life and the Mystery. We can each do the best we can to Integrate our infinite Feelings and Possibility's and Accept Life's mysteries. The Universe still hugs us. Aloha, CD, San Francisco, CA
