Musings and nostalgia

 

"So you speak to me of sadness

And the coming of the winter

Fear that is within you now

It seems to never end

And the dreams that have escaped you

And the hope that you've forgotten

You tell me that you need me now

You want to be my friend

And you wonder where we're going

Where's the rhyme and where's the reason

And it's you cannot accept

It is here we must begin

To seek the wisdom of the children

And the graceful way of flowers in the wind"

Rhymes and Reasons 

John Denver

Today (The First House Xmas 2019)

“Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.”

Patti Smith

The most uncomfortable hide-a-bed in history enters retirement

Once it was the skeleton at every feast

the ghost of every Christmas past

opening it’s metal maw for every guest and 

relative sentenced to the spare room.

With a rigid rack and an 

insufficiency of foam

it haunted dreams and 

midnight meditations alike.

Until it came to this, cast off 

with no charity in any heart.

No more guests, no more groans

and only the wind to strum it’s springs.

Now insects and small animals 

shelter in it’s arms

and it greets dawn and sunset alike with equal 

equanimity.

It marks the phases of the moon, the seasons

the circling sweep of the heavens

it’s first shooting stars

the dance of the northern lights.

Snow does not chill, rain does not drown it 

for the sun and wind dry it.

birds have sung from it

and now a guest itself 

the meadow brings it flowers. 

Guy (In progress)