Revisiting an older post tonight seems inevitable
The delicate tapping and flicker of shadow
I feel your presence before you slide into view
A slight blur of darkness against the light
The soft clunk
As you scrabble to gain purchase on a hardened exterior.
For a small time, I watch you. Taking in
Your mesmerising existence, the passion which fuels you,
the persistence which forces you continue.
To strive towards a goal so out of reach and beyond your control.
I feel bad for you that you don’t seem to understand
Don’t seem to grasp the futility of it all
Or maybe you do
You might just be optimistic
Regardless…… I close the curtains on you and turn off the light.
Now it is I who lies in the futile dark.
Because sometimes it’s good to look forward to dawn
Just something sweet to make you smile 🙂
I like to dip my toes in pink…
And dance around my dreams…
leaving footprints scattered…
like orange and yellow leaves…
Colors make me happy…
My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…
Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014
Nanoo nanoo, May he rest in peace
Dear Robin, (may I call you Robin?)
I wish I could have said this to you in person. Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity to be graced in your presence. I hope my thoughts can reach you now.
You’ve been a part of my life since I can remember. 1978, just before my 7th birthday, “Mork & Mindy” hits the air and I was captivated. The crazy handshakes, laugh, and dialogue kept me staring at the television (sans blinking) for 30 minutes every week. One time, my Dad would get a haircut and when my Sister and I mentioned it, he would respond “Wrong! I got them all cut!” The first episode after a new cut for you, I remember Mindy’s Dad walked in and said “Mork! You got a haircut!” and Mork (you) responded “Wrong! I got them all cut! ARARAR (Mork’s laugh)” I looked at my Dad and…
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This is how I feel attempting to cross a rope bridge.
Rain Forest Bridge
you must first
trust the strands
The second tentative
each successive one
to then, a summoning of
Vapor meets cooler air,
clouding the far side.
I have feared endings
and the strictures of the unseen,
in this vast
bisects the void.