.Unnamed. Untamed.

Apprehension, commiseration, what

doesn't follow will but be, you know.

dreams in writhing, writhing agony

sparred on by memories. Creations

obliterated. All for one and only one

destiny.

Cry you may, obey you must, the voice

of conscience unreasoning. Crammed

Still, lingering pleas, divine intervention

on steep ravines. Why falter now? jest

all but nigh ceramic tears fall, shattered

dreams die.

Sweet melodies haunt present company.

Alone and still no choice belongs. Sweltering

heat waves crashing down spines. Benign

with longing, dressed in Black, billowing

cloaks approach steadfastly. And so I must,

must walk away from Death personified.

pc: we could grow up together

I wrote this down almost savagely, the words came to me (quite a while ago) and I could just not let them go. It's all jangled and messed up, and I do apologise for the inherent chaos. I look on it now and recognise different layers, to peel away slowly. The perfect reflection of maturing and growing up.

I recently got an email that claimed my blog to be "quirky"....I'll take that....I do look at some of the more popular bloggers and their endless outfit posts and wonder about just posting outfits (those are popular, right?!!). Now whilst I could do that, I'd need to dedicate time to doing it and have less to do than I currently have. And I like the quirky. And the poetry. And the random photography that makes my blog me :)

Hope you are all having a fab week!

Untitled.

And now for something slightly different:

Slight deliberation, enchanted captivation
Prismed in veiled fascination
Once upon a time, I was but a poverty stricken façade,
But that well has dried up and I now have it made.
Brilliant evocation and slight of mind,
It all fits in like a light bulb christened with a stronger glow.
Tell me how I managed this, I can only say,
“You captured me; I’m enchanted by your spell”.
Hold me here, corroborate our fortunes thrice,
For the day will come when reaching out will be divulging into our very own.
Blatantly mesmerizing, I call it how I see it,
Yet no complaints because that was the script.
The siren call has whispered anew, deliberation plays no part
Commiseration is but a facet of the ancient war.
So capture is what capture does, wholly and complete.
Give up that lost cause, present anew and lead us to the feat.

The weekend I:

a) went to the Blues'n'Roots festival (and listened to, and enjoyed, a number of bands. the great ones? ben kweller, seasick steve, bob evans, jason mraz, missy higgins (surprise, she puts on a fantastic show). The best? john butler trio...always sensationally brilliant) .

b) had an internet date with "Stompface" (one seriously cool chicka). I didn't show up with a rose but she recognised me anyway. We wandered through Guilford, ate scones and ceaser salads, knocked people over with chairs (me) and got asked for money (her). Good times, photos to come. Here's to internet dates :)