This isn’t working for me. Isn’t working in the setting of the sun or the waking of the dawn when the birds croak out a morning chorus to wake the tree. It isn’t working in the drops of the rain that fall in the middle of the night calling out names to people who can no longer hear them. It doesn’t work for me that every time I see a small glimpse of hope flickering between the pebbles and the cliff tops that you tell me it’s just an illusion that there is nothing really there: just maybe a firefly breathing his final breathe.
This no longer works for me
The soft insinuation that things will be ok, that I will be ok, at sometime and some point. The dull thudding in my heart when I hear what you don’t say and know that you couldn’t, only to be able to hear it ten times louder than any other constant noise. It’s the slow droning that nags my earlobes and pulls the despair out of my mind and onto the paper. That sheer expression of nonsensical love and what it means to have it, to recognise and hold onto it for dear life.
This isn’t working out for me
To be able to dance in the autumn light of a harvest moon but never truly taste the bounty. To steal a grape from the great cornucopia of life yet never be able to let it reach my lips and feel it’s cool skin pressed against mine. To allow the acorns to nestle in safe pockets of earth protected from harm yet never to see them rise into strong reliant Oaks. To never feel the rush of the wind filter through my hair yet watch it blow the leaves into submission. To have the sea air cling to my lips yet never allow my aching tongue to taste it.
These are things that don’t work out for me
You don’t work out for me
Beautiful and poignant. The last line is perfect.
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Thank you… I wasn’t expecting comments on my late night ramble but this made me smile..so thank you for taking the time.
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you are most welcome. 🙂
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😦
Here is hoping that the next one is a better fit.
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I’ll check the picture on the jigsaw box first 😉
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The picture on the box is a snapshot of what once was. Sometimes the pieces are changed and they no longer go together again.
Keep in there beautiful.
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Meant to say “Hang in there.” Whoops.
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*grins*
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It will all work out. Every time we think we’re being rejected from something good, we are actually being redirected to something better. Infinite peace and wisdom!
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Thank you for the words of wisdom 🙂
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