the sky is orange and blue and steam rising
geometric tops slice the tapestry
slowly, slowly
and above all, the place where all is down
if silence holds more meaning than good timing
why, anyone could build the trees
blowing, blowing
and after all, the violent meeting drowns
gosh she moves in all the wrong squares
holding and drifting by
must admire how little she cares
catching another’s eye
Finished: 5:13 p.m., Thursday, January 13th, 2011.
eyes cast downward
you’ll never see the sky
how can you fly
with a fear of heights?
perennial heartbreak
won’t make you stronger
what doesn’t kill you just
makes life seem longer
painting pictures with your tears
you know it doesn’t have to be like this
write it
sing it
try just to be it
you’re only lost in your mind
you will be fine
Copyright L.M. 2008.
a night of hills
rounding o’er the surprises
at the almost intangible
we crashed
but would you look now
the sky separated
no more lenses
and look how it shines
sparkled eyes sending
flashes of truth and water
yet you stay
what a day
at the razor edge, slipped
but somehow fell up
how could you doubt
every same word
every same thought
every same hope
that I should see them too
presents your proof
I wanted to see through
the piercing eyes
the flicker I suspected
was maybe for show
mischief like a contact lay
across your iris, scratching thin
just enough to let you know
the trouble you were getting in
yes, I say so honestly
whether or not I should
but this eve you’ve proven
after everything, it’s still good
so all those hills we scrambled over
skating ice and slipping tripping
end up scorching the fruits
and giving something we can put to use
no more lenses, show the truth
look how you shine
and we will be fine
just show me all this hidden you
Finished: 6:03 a.m., Saturday, December 1st, 2007.
In high school, I came up with a shade of blue.
It was beautiful — a combination of sky blue, light mauve, baby blue.
Every day as I’d walk through the hallways, I’d look up through the windows as I passed to see if today was a Beautiful Blue day, and, if it was, it was a good day. It became difficult in winter to keep my spirits up, as the cold depresses me sometimes, but if there was a patch where I saw Beautiful Blue skies, it would lift me up and give me strength.
I love nature like others love religion. In fact, to a certain degree, I equate the two. This is really very personal but why not…… in my egotistical mind, I would see the colour showing up as a sign, a spiritual offering of a hand to help me stand again — or, if I was already standing, would help lift me to happiness — or, if I was already happy, would help lift me to elation. Natural beauty is something that never replicates; each instance really is a moment in time to treasure. You will never have that exact opportunity again to feel its presence, its power, your part in it all. All you can hope for, if you shun that moment, is another chance. It is likely for this reason that I have become a fervent advocate of spontaneity; part of carpe diem requires the ability to forgo plans and live for the moment as it presents itself. Part of beauty is unpredictability.
Beautiful Blue might look different to others. As much as I describe it, I will never know if anyone else sees the exact shade I do — not that I believe myself to be the only one capable, but when you take into account differences of perception, differences of colour receptor cones in the eyes, differences perhaps of data transmission between cones and the brain?…… but this Beautiful Blue, to me, is nothing less than hope itself, embodied in a shade of pure beauty.
A couple years after I’d begun this tradition of sky-searching at school and elsewhere, I was listening to the radio and heard the DJ mention a new song was going to be played by an artist whose songs I knew and liked. The artist: Holly McNarland. The title: Beautiful Blue. This initially stunned me. Then, my senses came around and I realized: to others, they were simply two words strung together, and could be used to describe a multitude of things…… I suppose. This is what she has to say about her song:
“The big song [on the cd], ‘Beautiful Blue,’ came a week before the
last time we went into the studio,” she says. “That was shortly
after September 11. It’s not about that, but the whole vibe, the
whole doomsday thing, was pretty apparent, and I was just
hanging out with my son. In the middle of all of this tragedy,
I would wake up and have this perfect little angel by my side.”¹
It’s a beautiful song; I loved it immediately, and not simply for the connection I had with it. One day I’d like to perform it live — in a way, to realize another dream of mine, as I’ve already recently been given the opportunity to realize one of my life dreams of being part of a band. I don’t want to suggest it, as it’s not particularly in the style we perform, but I figure that the opportunity will somehow present itself at some point in my life — just like the song did initially — if it is meant to be interpreted by my (in comparison) highly unqualified voice. This is not a case for carpe diem, after all; this is a chance to see just where my Beautiful Blue will guide me next.
So, my dear readers, after I expose my vulnerable nature to all your mysteriously faceless souls, I ask you: what is your Beautiful Blue?
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under skin
you can feel
a heart beating fast
time slows and
you get a glimpse
of the glory behind
those angel eyes
someone said that
beauty fades
but you know it
just grows with age
catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue
give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home
you love her, yeah
you breathe her
you want no more than
to be with her
one for marriage
two for birth
and every laugh line since
has been earned
you still love her yeah
you still breathe her
let her know you
that you, that you still need her
catching leaves
as they fall
the sky is turning blue
and if she asks you
if she’s still the one
you’ve one job left to do
give her a reason
to feel everywhere’s home
bring her hand to your lips
tell her there’s no other kiss
tell her there’s nothing more than this
your everlasting home
your everlasting home
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a few months ago with the others…… yes, I know, cheesy. I don’t show this romantic side of me often for a reason! haha).
The sky was really cool today.
I never quite know how the weather’s going to be when I get up, even if I check my Weather Network toolbar thingy on my computer, so it’s always a bit of a gamble in terms of coat choice this time of year. I went with my brown Fall jacket, and was glad of it. As soon as I opened the door I was greeted with a warm cool breeze (cool because it’s Fall and it’s expected to be a bit cool, and warm because it had an unexpected warmth still left in it). Over the park trees and over the Queen’s buildings, I could see in the distance blue clouds. That nice, rich Russian Blue Cat kinda blue. The kind, had it been cold outside, you would have expected to be delivering snow. Instead, the sun was shining, the wind fiesty, and it was a perfect beginning to the day.
I actually was slightly resenting the fact that I had class to attend, because I just felt like walking around listening to my music all day 🙂 I might still do that, for a bit at least. I’ve had an overall pretty crummy past few days, though I shouldn’t complain as it’s probably mostly my own fault! Haha, that’s life. But nothing makes me feel better when I’m down than a good walk. It makes me wonder about next year; if I move, I’ll have to think about that when deciding where to live…..
Yes, now I’m thinking about that, I definitely need to walk. Definitely time to go down to the water: windy, sunny, cloudy, somewhat warm (season-considering), and some lifey stuff to think about……
Off I go….. 🙂
Misread gem of the day:
(on a French-English dictionary website where people ask how to say things that aren’t in the dictionaries)
What they posted:
You are the sun in my sky (love letter)
What I read:
You are the sun in my eye (love letter)
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