The Letter

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Tersiiska Chambord WindowThe window was the aperture this evening.  Around him though, the room was dark.  The darkness made it infinite in size because it’s warm walls were inaccessible in the silence.  On the ceiling the fan bumped at each rotation. Some rustling from it’s air by her letter on the table. He’d eagerly opened it’s envelope in the light of the day gone past and now stood there and watched out the window as the world got dark in the dusky haze of what he had read. Waiting for some revelation to stream through and enlighten his spirit.  Listening the ocean waves organized the sound in a kind of crashing on the beach below. She’d gone now, so it read. Back to the other side of that enormous ocean. The crashing waves emphasizing the letter’s inevitability.

What was the window without her,

when the home had borne her smile and tears.

Years she had spent here looking out

 and stroking the sill with her fears.

How much starlight through that window would come before that moment when it’s nightly spell would splinter into her laughter and dance when she might return and prove the letter wrong.

 

photo : Window at Chambord : Used with Permission from Flickr:Tersiiska

Senses Tension Yesterday

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Tersiiska Leaves with Water Drops

What kind of rain is this falling ? The sun shining under a grey morning sky with fine rainbow drops falling straight down.  The kind that sucks up perfume on the way and tastes of spring when you wipe it off your face as you walk along the route.

What kind of new perfume is this ? … comes out in spring with apple, jacaranda and azalea blossoms color along the route. The kind rinsed out of the air with the sunny light rain falling onto your hands and face as you walk along the route. The kind with no brand label.

What kind of music is that ? The kind that you hear with random backyard birds by nesting magpies vs territorial minors next conferencing cockatoos soon kookaburras laughing at and the your thoughts coming too.. as you walk along the route.  The kind that defies notation.

What kind of thought is that ? The kind you have when you hear things in your head in competition with the birds and the flowers and the rain and distractions as you walk along the route. The kind that makes ideas and dreams for the future.

What kind of touch was that ? The kind that feels like clinging to you as you walk by brushing the long leaves passed along the route. O If I were blind I’d probably feel it more.

But what kind of green is that ? The kind that corporations write in  power skyscrapers, the kind that the media think in pages of the frightening known or the kind that brushes by you in the soft rain and sunlight under a grey sky with a dozen different scents and sounds with seeming no beginning or end on the day that was yesterday.

 

Photo 365infocus-264 Tersiiska:Flickr  : Story and Text :Blogubarra Copyright 2014

Cool – including the birth of

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There’s a garden out there somewhere in between the rocks and weeds running down a 50 degree slope. I’m out there too doing the same. So great to come in collapse on the lounge and put on some Miles Davis and Gil Evans – summertime – gone – my ship – etc. very cooling ! – timeless cool from the 50s.