look, a brand new colour
I thought I could escape
any time I wanted
you say, the lines of stress
drew your pool of fate
when all the leaves turn over
you’re just (left) upside down
don’t turn around
don’t hand me over
look, a brand new lens
to tint the brand new hue
rosey, crisp, and clear
you say, if it isn’t clean
it’s not worth it
or even if it is
when all the cards turn over
hundred feet down
don’t pass/look/hand me over
and at the end of the tunnel
is just a new way down
at the end of this evening
of climbing around
an ounce of sound
could mean everything
don’t pass me over
don’t pass me on
don’t say you’re over
don’t lead me on
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written June 13th, 2008.).
Today was Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone!
It started with me waking up late, daydreaming myself awake. Kinda lovely to do sometimes. I got up, had a small breaky, sat on the balcony. We’d already exchanged gifts beforehand (since my sister couldn’t come with us, we had our celebrations last week), but my dad still had a couple gifts to give to my mom, so after that we sat on the balcony and took in some sun with our coffees. After a nice morning walk around the Pass with my mom, we went back to the condo for bacon & eggs and cleaned the place up for our dinner company….. then another walk …… and another….. then friends came over for Christmas dinner and we had a blast. Such fun people. I hope I’m that fun when I’m their age. Of course, they’re my parents’ age too but umm…… no, I really don’t have a way to get my foot out of my mouth there. New topic!
So today on the beach I was walking mostly in the water to search for the bigger shells, so I didn’t see as much interesting stuff today, but here’s the daily list anyway:
- dolphins several times, lots of them including the mutant one! In years past, we noticed a dolphin with a sliced dorsal fin….. we suspect it was from a boating encounter. There very well could be hundreds like that, but we like to think it’s the same families that stick around the area, with his sighting meaning all is well with them.
- several decent-sized shells with their residents still alive inside…… I threw them back into the ocean to hopefully have a few more days (or more!) of life
- a large shell with resident inside…… I’m gonna research what kind he was, because I’ve seen the shells before and they’re beautifully decorated, so I’m curious anyway. I’m told I found a sunray venus shell….. go here to view and learn: http://www.shellmuseum.org/Sanibel/shells_nimbosa.html I had seen it near the beginning of my walk, and was dumbfounded when I couldn’t find it after the initial sighting (I’m a pro at shelling…… I don’t often lose a shell to the waves once I’ve seen it), especially since it was so large. Anyway, after giving up (doesn’t come easily to me), I continued my walk, well, shelling session anyway haha….. and on my way back I was about to leave when I saw it again. I’m sure it’s the same one I’d been searching for earlier because it was like a rose in a field of thorns — nothing else had been that large, and that particular type of shell wasn’t even found in pieces anywhere where I’d walked….. so I went to get it, and sure enough I lost it two more times before I finally grabbed it. The problem was that it was so heavy it only strayed to the visible area on occasion — otherwise it stayed where the waves were crashing (hence the water was sandy and I couldn’t even see my feet in less than a foot of water) and there his colours blended in. But I got him. And of course threw him far into the ocean again. I have to admit, there’s something kinda humbling about holding an entire creature in your hand who created this beautiful piece of art to house himself….. used to living almost entirely at the hands of the ocean. He really has no defenses besides his shell….. anyway…..
- Maddy and another heron! …… they weren’t hanging out though.
- seemingly more people…… I think partially because it was a fair bit warmer today, plus everyone’s done their Christmas shopping!
- (earlier, by the Pass) ~12 foot tall bird of paradise plant!!!! seriously incredible. I vaguely remember discovering it last year but boy is it impressive. The flower parts are different colours from the regular bird of paradise wild oranges and purples….. I found out from here http://www.mgonlinestore.com/Juncea/ that it’s the white variety…… much larger than the regular orange kind.
- 2 dogs in motorboats, 1 laying down for a nap, and 1 riding at the bow of his boat. It’s not that uncommon really, but I always find it amusing.
- 1 dude paragliding? I’m not sure the term for it. Yup, turns out that’s it. Only this dude was motorized. And boy was he flying LOW!
Well that’s all I can think of right now, mostly because I’m tired! If I remember more, you can be sure I’ll get back to you with it.
Again, happy holidays to you, and I hope you all had a Merry Christmas 🙂
like in movies
you can’t see the top
every one looks the same height
with trees disguised as shadows
and now the snow
lays accent on the slopes
peppering the hillsides
like cold sprinkled sugar
then we pass the slanted walls
pencil straight incisions
mark layers of sediment
showing hints of age, life
as the water tickles, trickles down
let’s raise those to the level they ought to be
oh gorgeous grazers of a sometimes He
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in Virginia — ha! — on way to Florida.).
twice I watched my number pass
felt the crumbles of the blast
siphoned, mirrored, filed away
sickening by this light of day
parachutes of older grace
pick me up, cradle my face
I’m dying by the light of mourn
repelling with the scent of scorn
a patient man has never seen
the light of me, the plight of me
so sit still while I peck into
my scorching hands, Beautiful Blue
words that letters really ought
not touch the pearls that teach you naught
have wrung my hands into a knot
and teach me what shouldn’t be taught
Copyright L.M. 2007.
Walking down the street, I pass a couple of people. As I do, I hear:
“Asparagus is OUT OF THIS WORLD!!”
And he really was that emphatic.
the future is bold, but the present is bleak
a hum of twilight circling the tent
generally, often, a warmer feeling
sends me aloft, and there I’m found swinging in trees
unusually quiet for midwinter’s day
a wind has picked up and carried along
a parcel of fire, with jacket of teeth
spearing, soaring, destroying all things
a sound indicates the pass of the hour
ticking and eating and filing away
the grass sings again and then it crescendos
all the way up to the branches and me
Copyright L.M. 2005.