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On weekend mornings I find I have time - perhaps my readers do too - to listen to some music. I choose pieces I like that connect, in some way, to my mood. I hope you enjoy these: Branford Marsalis Trio Cherokee , Charles Mingus Moanin’ , Nina Simone Feeling Good , Bill Withers Ain’t No Sunshine
Morning walk: 11C/52F, chill, breeze, low ceiling cloud lid, empty blue on horizon in every direction; Gusta romping, back to normal – with me as her sole playmate – she misses all that attention and socialization with other dogs . . .
To Canadians, happy Thanksgiving long weekend. To Americans, eat your heart out!!
A lovely weekend breakfast (albeit alone) – freshly toasted butter buns (the quintessential peanut butter delivery system), catching up on papers, readying myself for a writing day.
Long weekend fall feasts underway – going to my dad’s later (they are serving ham and scalloped potatoes); at farmers’ market yesterday it was evident many folks are in town for the holiday – family outings and feasts are what this weekend is made of.
That is, If you aren’t alone.
Alone, makes matters different.
Alone isn’t sad by definition, but it can be.
Just as being coupled doesn’t insure happiness just because of togetherness either.
Weariness, withering or tarnishing – wounds of wear and tear cannot take me off-course, of course, because there can be no remorse, will be no remorse, worrying about all the bad things in life that never really happened – yet there seems to be value and joy in celebrating great things that never did; it seems a shame to lose those feelings of wish and hope, dream and scheme, imaginize and fantasize, just because they never happened.
Between reality of what we’ve missed, lost or missed out upon – and the other side of the gorge and across the chasm – where happiness seems to live utopian-like, can we not build a bridge?
And really, who needs a bridge when you can fly?
And, who needs a plane, when it is just a leap away.
There have to be ways to get from here to there, that are better than from back-there to now, smoother ways, cleaner ways, bump-less ways that bump less, smoother days and welcome heys!, yes indeed – I’m feeling lonely again/still; not inconsolably, but malcontented, insufficiently suffonsified.
WHERE IS SHE?
I’ve had
happy days
and nights
not so happy ones too
seems that
unhappy ones are darker
alone unhappy ones
the darkest
yet the
touch of a finger
one at a time
warm breath
of another
nudge and bump
in the night
to prove
the bed is not empty
a place for only one
the only one
for me –
where is she?
Mark Kolke
308,948
P.S.: went dinner + a movie with SB, to see Ides of March last night; suggest waiting till March, when it comes out on video – great cast, predictable roles/characters . . . no award winners here.
Comments Received:
MEANINGFUL FAST
Your profile and blog on your website is an absolute pleasure to read, F, Vancouver, BC
POETRY PROJECT
I love your LIKE CHINA poem, anon, Rolling Hills, AB
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