Its the kind of day when you know things will go right.
You feel it in your bones.
You do everything right.
Tea brewed at just the right temperature. Brownies baked to perfection.
Deadlines met, and emails sent, with enough time leftover to browse the newspaper, and catch the new season of CSI Miami on telly.
No unforeseen phone calls to disrupt a long bubble bath with a glass of wine. Even the fog outside took a break and let the lights on the harbour shine through when I stepped out on the balcony for a relaxed smoke.
Its the kind of night when you know things will go wrong.
You don't feel, you just know. What triggers it of course, you don't.
Random thoughts play in your head and you're glad you can still think!
Is that silence buzzing in my ears or some platelets running late for work?
How many seconds before fingers grow too cold to type and how many minutes before the couch groans in protest at its shivering weight? Why were the chocolates sour? Were they grapes in disguise or simply my bruised tongue?
See the walls stand white and still and how pretty those shadows look- all edge, no colour. Devouring dragons melting before myopic eyes and a fractured mind. Always loved animal-shaped shadows formed with clever fingers.
Dragons don't scare me. Other things do.
Too much coffee or too little?
Did someone poison my wine just a tad, or are the demons here for a party again? Burn some incense- perhaps they'll go away.
Light a candle and watch the blue core of a flickering flame.
Steady now, thats your whole life... so focus and let the rest melt away.
Wish I was a dewdrop- fresh, sparkling, wet with life, reflecting every colour around, resting on a bed of green. Waiting to be swept off its feet by a warm lusting sun.
I never read a book twice over, so why the deja vu tonight?
Am I reliving this same life? Or those from another world, another time, when they still had wars and ghosts and darkness, and words hurt more than swords? And today as I sit before this square of light, I'm wondering, would clicking a trigger hurt less than that click which tells you 'inbox 0'?
Should I wait for the birds to start chirping and the black sky to turn midnight blue? Will it be another perfect day?
If so, perhaps its worth waiting for.
And in the meanwhile, time for some black magic.
The real stuff.
As the naked night closes in on me.
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14 comments:
Very nice! Like your style :)...
Vivid detail and mysterious undertones. Captivating and makes me want more... like waiting for that day where your world gets turned upside down in the most magificent way. As if it could happen any day now...
moonlit rainbows: welcome and thanks.
doc:aha, you want a series! Might just wing it like you if the mood catches...lets see.
Exuberant..despairing . images .. vistas ..mysticism .. it almost had everything. Very nicely written.
do i like this?
do i like the change here?
the change that begun with your last post?
indeed i do. yes and very much. this takes us in to you and brings us up face on and somehow intimate.
darkly so. brooding and foreboding. moody and mystic. love it.
'See the walls stand white and still and how pretty those shadows look- all edge, no colour. Devouring dragons melting before myopic eyes and a fractured mind. Always loved animal-shaped shadows formed with clever fingers.
Dragons don't scare me. Other things do.'
Such a great job in describing the ghosts, white sheets with no form, drifting by the neuronal circuits that create them and give them shape and context.
'Wish I was a dewdrop- fresh, sparkling, wet with life, reflecting every colour around, resting on a bed of green. Waiting to be swept off its feet by a warm lusting sun.'
I can so visualize this. Hey, now I want to be a dewdrop, too. Any room on that green?
Totally like this one...its got a little bit of everything and sums to be the whole fo life...
like a talk to the self..and oh so eloquently...so beautifully...
felt good.
you write like a dream
you write like a dream. like a sonnet swept away in cold rain.
Aria: you've thought more about it than I did! gives me some ideas for the next one. thanks.
CJ: just a midnight float thats all. and is it hope floats or coke floats?
Mermaid: plenty of room on the green darlin, lets go chasing those ghosts...
aradhita: always good to hear from you, glad you felt good, I did too in fact.
death: thought you'd died :P
wish I could write sonnets but feels nice to know I can do at least the washed out variety!
could write a poem about your comment actually :)
Liked ths much! :)
Only now noticed it starts with everything is right...
soul circling: thank you.
interesting quote (sandburg's)and the poem is rather lovely too.
now that you mention it, I don't really know the difference between songs and poems- they both make their own sort of music...
blue athena: :)
SG: now that can't be right, or can it?
naked night...
luved dat! :)
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