memories – Page 5 – three good words

May 10, 2015

first of summer

balance _ railroad beautifulosophy dot com meadow _ promenade by yvan lemeur on flickr ice cream from sundaes and cones _ paris in four months on flickr

green golden meadows
spread lush out
into the sky
seamed dark by cool pines
lemony white
a butterfly

fluttering in bright bushes
over at the birches, an argument
one nest chirps, the other disagrees
and two cats doze in the sun
listening

while mother and daughter
walk by quietly
one calm, the other happy

that first taste of ice cream
remember?
how the days go by
peaceful, serene.

April 17, 2015

before/after

Before
not love
no
the necessity of a moment
pain that was cured
freedom secured
nothing angelic
nothing from above
no
nothing
notlove

After
to miss a presence
that fills the space
between night and day
work and play
a knowing
a showing
of understanding
feeling, something
beyond
beyond

Now
peace, today
not age
maybe wisdom
far more play
now
not then
real and true
enjoyment
.

April 7, 2015

new season

there it is now
the new season
where loves are lost and made
spring, yea, verily
spring is in the air
almost
buds blossoming
bright and wide
cracking frosted shells to life

aye, me
no sad hours
long are the days of the sun
rising, setting
making time run
while at great rivers we cry
and smile cheeky smiles
growing vegetable loves
on the soggy banks of our quotidian
measured out in coffee cups

and yet
fear not
ye wise fools rushing
in and out of all things lovely
happy are the times
and long are the hours
of this long-lasting
earthbound
fire
.

March 12, 2015March 16, 2015

true genius

I wrote this some time ago, during one of those bad moments when the realisation that I just was really truly absolutely ohmygoodness definitely not there yet was very real. Ah, but the great thing about great writers is that, never mind how they make you feel like last week’s left overs, writing-wise, they also help you know that it is possible to do better, be better, try your best. Reading their writing is, next to the great story, also this lovely gift: somewhere, somehow, someone was able to touch that thing that is divine and turn it into perfect word-gold. Terry Pratchett was one of them. Dear Sir (he was knighted), you’ll be sorely, sorely missed. You made so many people laugh and think and feel and laugh again so many times, the world has really lost a true genius today. Rest in Peace. Or as the Librarian would say:
Ook!

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Gosh, if I could only come up with something like Überwald, Bess Pelargic, The Agatean Empire, 71-hour Achmed or the Octarine Grass Country. Or simply the Anthropomorphic Personification of the Ultimate Certainty, the Grim Reaper a.k.a. Mr. Door. Terry Pratchett is a genius, a real and true genius, though I still think Rincewind is complete and utter twerp. The Night Watch with Commander Vimes and Carrot Ironfoundersson + rag-tag band of misfits and miscreants, the Witches of Lancre + kingdoms and villages, Ms Aching and the Nac Mac Feegles, the University faculty + Librarian, and all the city Guilds + C.M.O.T. Dibbler, Mr Lipwig, Ms Dearheart and whatever new Scheme Moist von is up to, and then, of course, the Patrician with ever resourceful and loyal Drumknott, they’re all breathtakingly, mind-bendingly, side-splittingly fabulous – but Rincewind just puts me off. He really really really annoys me. The only great thing about Rincewind is The Luggage (Sapient Pearwood! Imagine! The madness! The magnificence!). Barely managed The Colour of Magic, and only because I sat through that ghastly mash-up of a movie. Afterwards I had to read it. Rincewind is that character who just makes you want to reach into the book and slap people, meaning him. Though some of the scenes with him in it are utter hilarity.

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Oh and one more thing: Really, the Luggage. The Luggage. I dare you to come up with something as hilariously insane as the Luggage. Go on. Try it. I shall sink my reading teeth into it, promise.
j.d.

March 1, 2015