again and again and again

Last week:

Is a melting blur, a smudged window _ I can’t remember much that made me smile – I’m racking my brains, hard – so hard it hurts, the only bits falling in are spying a male cardinal, scooping air, landing in a willow bush, far overgrown, its branches dipping under his weight, his song breaking through the closed windows – a fleeting glimpse, then _ flight; easy come and go.

Speaking of red: sangria – sweet nectar in slow sips, moderately comforting, an aid to chase sleep into my bed; waking, from “dreamless sleep” – having the dogs let me lie in longer, _ only just. The cat tucked up close and purring. Worthy of a small smile.

Rose hips on the edge of _ bursting their skins. Small, round, fleshy fruit. High octane power. Naturally sourced. No additives or preservatives. I might have collected, but earlier on decided to leave them be. They adorn the thorny long-stemmed necks as precious as Cleopatra’s jewels. Why not let the night creatures feast; they are khol-eyed thieves, highwaymen. This idea pleases me. A smile.

Speaking of red: fox – bushy, thick, but sleek enough, treading with black boots. Russet dreams. Trickster’s daughter. You must have been carrying a warning, but I missed the message; you’ll come a calling again, I’m sure. Very small smile, _ only just. The dogs will go mental. Again.

written for Trent’s The Weekly Smile: πŸ˜ƒ Oct. 4 ’21

19 thoughts on “again and again and again

  1. This idea pleases me too: β€œ leave them be. They adorn the thorny long-stemmed necks as precious as Cleopatra’s jewels. Why not let the night creatures feast; they are khol-eyed thieves, highwaymen. This idea pleases me. A smile.” And I smile.
    Thanks for sharing. Lovely.

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    • thanks – it’s a lovely thought, but the night thieves don’t seem to be showing up, but then, I haven’t looked closely – unfortunately though, I will have to chop it all back soon, the roses need it this year, before the Snw* flies ….

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  2. In my surburban setting, I take a the sighting of a red fox as a good omen. Though, [as I often feel myself], is she rabid or inquisitive?
    An evocative stylized piece of prosetry — hovering so close to po.etry, I can feel it’s wings brush my eyes and spirit.
    Your brain wracking for a smile, has given me one. And, a wish, a desire for nature to be my backyard.

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    • I so hear ya on the idea of “rabid” – one of the first thoughts that runs into my head – mostly because of the dogs … I’m always a bit edgy – because if they “break out” + chase …. well, always a worry or 3 in my bloody head! *sigh* 😱

      Weird week, last one – honestly couldn’t pull much of anything from it. My brain wandered off, leaving me slightly(or more so) useless – so it feels/felt. Anyhow, we start again … and again … and again. Here’s hoping we both have really good days to come. πŸ˜ƒ

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      • Despite your weird week (are there any normal ones? {“trouble with normal is it always gets worse”} you used the theme of red skillfully to draw me into your world.

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      • yup – what is normal? as a friend once noted, “reality is a collective hunch on our parts” — I bet we throw in “normal” and it applies equally – but then, we’re so busy chasing rabbits, all the illusions, the “influencers” (who knew that some back-assed genius could make such a thing hugely profitable???!) – and well, you know …. it’s no wonder the ground hasn’t opened wide and swallowed us up!

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      • that sounds totally worthy of a smile …. hmmm, might have to hitch a ride on your idea, it’s actually nice today, warm too – I need to get outside, maybe this might turn my mood some?!

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