8-9-14

and so the heat arrives again with the high temperature
of 103 or 104 degrees fahrenheit yesterday
the wasps are at their usual coming and going from the neighbor's roof
the girl cat sits on the couch watching me,
the boy cat lays in the bay window
i feel ok, just ready for mid october temperatures to be here
my mind has been having writer's block lately, or so it seems
even now as i type this
there will come a day, when i will no longer have anything to say
rather it be death that silences me or just the monotony or pain of life.
i guess this happens to most people, really....eventually.......
being silenced by life itself, the monotony, the unpleasantness, the sadness
the oppressions, the hatreds, the rejections.
i wonder if one can be silenced by the good things in life?
hmmm, something to ponder as i meander along
i suppose there's a method to it all, but especially with having something to say
i haven't found that method, not that im searching for it,
i just write out when something comes to my mind.
like the other day something came to mind, but i only tossed it onto
the social media that is twitter and this is how it went:
"he took a breath in and held it with his eyes closed, just for a little while.
time stood still as his mind rushed like the river waters.....and then he cried."
now when i read it i feel there's more to it:
"he took a breath in and held it with his eyes closed, just for a little while.
time stood still as his mind rushed like the river waters.....and then he cried.
he cried just the way his mind's waters rushed as fast, as strong
the tears tearing at the fabric of his woven thoughts
gently woven together, delicately from experience and exposure"
anyway, the wasps fly, the cats sleep and they are none the wiser of the
waters in my mind
i write on, i push on, i hold on(the truth of it all), i hold on