Why Not Thoughts

How far might I go away

How deep into myself am I able to delve

In that one moment, of white light seen

Is all to be held

Is all to be revealed

The twisted tumult of torn heart strings

The frayed edges of a slowly dissolving mind

The darkness incorporated into the not knowing

The blind ambition of the not believing

Such calamity that the past is behind us

How distant might I become

How uncertain within myself of my own capabilities

In that one, one of many million similar moments

Are all mishaps to be seen

Are all hopes or dreams to be dashed

Small Observations

The painter and decorator listens to music on his transistor radio, as he leans from his ladder, to paint the upstairs sash windows a high gloss white

Next door, the husband, of the husband and wife gardening team, leans thoughtfully on his upstanding rake

For myself, I walk to the post-office shop, buy an exotic ice-cream lollipop, and a glue stick, to complete my Artists Rules project

Alas, the three art papers, each with their own distinct colour wash, are not yet dry; more time is needed, I return to the writing

There is music playing, which requires some investigation; it appears that Vaughan Williams has been left alone in the bathroom

I look up the word congruence, for I have used it in my Soul Questions; I find the definition to be most agreeable

A Useful Process

I have all kinds of memories

I follow fourteen-hundred

Fellow postees on Tumblr

To take me there

Today it is the turn of Raul-Dufy

With his painting The Basin of Deauville

Which apparently was painted in 1935

Or eighty-six years ago

So quite a while before I was born

That one painting, courtesy of Wikipedia

Takes me to fifty more works of art

Such that I am in danger

Yes, I really am in danger

Of completely forgetting my first connection

Which I am pretty certain had something to do

With harbours and boats

Which reminds me, of glasses of chilled white wine

Let alone who I was with, in that inarticulate moment

 

Someone Else’s Suggestion

All is as all could ever be

Warm sun, cool breeze

Snowfall on the winter vacation

All is as all that we leave

Photographs, poems

Memories of the life once lived

Looking forwards, plans for another year

A chartered yacht

Swimming, snorkelling in warm, enthusing seas

What could go wrong 

What could go right

Where on the fence should I sit

All is as all could ever be

Warmer suns, softer, gentler breezes

Silent of any winter vacation

All is as all that we leave

Videos, audio recordings

UHD memories of the life once lived

Donald Hall

Flowers

With us

To be colourful

With us

To be youthful

Colours

Gifted to us

By the meadows

Youth

Gifted to us

By the generations

Purples, yellows, whites, blues and reds

Passions in deep waves

Sensations, of sweetest lust-filled scents

Teenage years and retirement years

Explorations of presents and futures

Entertainments of here and now and then

Flowers

With us, as with beauty

With us, as with life