Monday Morning Musings:
I am the river
Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river. . .”
—Jorge Luis Borges
Step by step, I travel,
the river my guide, an eagle far above
with broad wings outspread, glides out of sight—
I am envious, the music of a thousand shadows
is a whispered song.
We clutch at alluring promises
with unguarded hands, seize the cards,
moon and stars—hopeful–but
we are merely passengers—trust
is a guess, nothing sanctified.
Bread, thick and toasted,
spread with butter and blueberry jam
while the wind bites and the dry air crackles–
I’m surprised by the taste of summer,
sweet and blue.
Now the air
is cinnamon and peppermint,
wax drips from candles,
warm and pliable,
how quickly it becomes cold and stiff.
Azure June days become
December’s violet nights.
Giddy romance turns practical,
but still, your hands, your smile–
which is afterthought, dream or reality?
Another almost-Cadralor from Jane’s Random Words. The start of December has been fitful.
Sunny, then miserable. My husband came down with something VERY suddenly on Friday night. Itchy nose, sneezing, congestion. He took two COVID tests, but both were negative, and he feels better now. The morning is all off–our Ricky is at the vets having his teeth cleaned. I’m hoping that is it. It makes me anxious. I think Ricky and I both like our routines.
We watched The Souvenir, Part II. I liked it, but since my husband was not feeling well and didn’t remember Part I, it didn’t make much sense to him. The director, Joanna Hogg, has a new movie out, so I wanted to finally see this one.
Now that the third and final season of Dead to Me (Netflix) is out, we’re re-watching the first two seasons (already into the second).
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Thank you, Michael!
Your almost cadralor resonated very strongly with me. This phrase went straight into my favorite metaphors/similes folder: “the music of a thousand shadows.” I love the sweet, blue taste of summer, too. I’m sorry to hear that your husband is sick. I hope he’s soon on the mend.
Thank you so much, Liz. I’m so pleased that the phrase resonated with you. 😊
My husband feels all better. It was strange how his illness came and went, but I will pass on your kind thoughts.
You’re welcome, Merril. I’m glad to hear that your husband has recovered from whatever-it-was.
Thank you very much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
I love your photos!
Thank you so much! 💙
The second stanza is very like the mood of my story. We are both passengers and both clutching as superstitions. Thankfully, your poem has a lot of warm reassurance in it!
Oh, you’re right about the second stanza!
Thank you! 🙂
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Thank you.🙂
‘the music of a thousand shadows
is a whispered song.’ I can’t get this line out of my mind! 💙😊
Lovely photos and I hope your husband is feeling better now.
I am not watching much on TV. Waiting for the finale of season 2 of Broadchurch. That’s about it. I was too late on some of the series. I did ask the gardener to record George and Tammy though. And I am trying to figure out when I would get the time to watch Gamache because it has to be watched in Meesker’s room (on “his” TV).
With your love of rivers (in your poetry) I wonder if you know this old poem and what you make of it:
https://poets.org/poem/negro-speaks-rivers
Broadchurch was so good.
Who doesn’t love Langston Hughes?
Yes and yes!!!!
I like routines too.
If the weather is warm enough in the morning, I eat breakfast on the lanai and watch birds soar and then splash down on the lake. These days I also light a candle and notice that “wax drips from candles,
warm and pliable,
how quickly it becomes cold and stiff.”
Here’s to warm, jammy bread, tall shadows, and good health, Merril! 😀
Thank you, Marian, and thank you for sharing your likes.
At least we can understand a change in routine. Ricky had to wonder why he wasn’t getting his breakfast and then getting his morning nap next to me. Fortunately, he’s OK.
Good to know!
Thank you!😊
Gorgeous photos today, Merril! You have my mouth watering for the bread…it looks delicious! A few weekends ago, I had something similar with sneezing and the itchiness nose ever! It disappeared after two days.
Thank you, Jill!
It’s a no-knead bread, but it’s pretty good.
I will tell my husband you had the same thing. So weird!
We are also watching Dead to Me from the beginning again. And I’m glad that the dental trip went smoothly.
Thank you very much, Claudia! 😊
It’s such a strange time…I’m glad your husband is better.
Luminous skies, as always.
I recognized Jane’s words, having just used them myself…(K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. 💙
Yes. You are the river – throughout the year, as your poem makes clear. I hope the cold subsides soon.
Thank you very much, Derrick.
He’s all better. It was the strangest thing, but Jill in the comments says she had something similar.