I’m sorry, I can’t love youlike a love should be…Out here I standbeyond the glass,the wall of distancebetween my heartand the world… Love’s sucha quiet subtle thingso easily drowned outby need and wantand hungers wailingfrom a timethe time when childrenlearn to loveby being loved… I’m sorrymy missing piecesmake this puzzlethat is loveforever incomplete…Yet I want to …
Author Archives: Ciel
Tolkien Tribute: Symbelmyne
Even here the glimmering simbelmyne growsin the ghostly pale green meads and haunted hollowsfar from the hallows somber in their ordered rowswhere our old bones the cold earth slowly swallows. Of certainty indeed no living person knowsand none but guess what after long life followsyet, even here the glimmering simbelyne growsin the ghostly pale green …
The Long Flight Home
A few years ago, my son was on his way home from college for the holidays, but our airport was under assault by snow and wind, and so incoming flights from other airports, like his, were delayed and then cancelled. I started for the airport, a two-hour trip each way in the weather–3 times, only …
The Karpman Triangle
It has been called a ‘trap’ that the Evangelical extremists set for Americans, with accusations against those who demand actual separation between Church and State. It is meant to put their perceived adversaries on the defensive, to use the fairness intent of politcal correctness to promote the sense of the Evangelical extremist’s being treated badly, …
October Days
It starts a little drear and greybeginnings of an autumn daydew revealing spiders highin fir and cedar against the sky…Low-hanging cloud obscures the sunbut it will show before day’s done: webs will move with rainbow glimmer,leaves in breezes, flip and shimmer,sunlight sideways gilds and limnswith memories of summer times,even as the daylight’s goingmaking way for evening …
One of Those Days
Oh I can sit in my warm bedand feel my dayhas been for naughtor worsefor I have fumbled badlywith a friendand feel unloved and distantfrom my joyand happiness that filledthe hours beforethe broken minutewhen it changed… I can sit glumand nurse an achewithin my bellyand my heart as ifforgiveness cannot bealthough this friend I knowis …
Journal reprise: Bullwhips & Dinosaurs
I’ve been going through some old posts on my blogit.com account, and came across this gem from 2009 when he was in college, age 24. Got this email from my son in response to the query of what he plans to herd with the pair of 10-foot bullwhips he wants for Christmas. I guessed dinosaurs, …
Autumn
Walking in the woods of autumn firein my own autumn, wistfulheart to the colors lifts: Allthe triumph of a spring advancedvictory of a summer livedthe flowers gone to fruitand fruit to seed dispersingon the errant winds that blow… All finished now, and sogreen departs the leaf and reed,the wind whips over flaring brightsto muted shades, …
Rainbow Child-Man
Silly, hurting child!Don’t you realize– Somewhere–while you whirl entrappedlike furniture in hurricanes,dancing grim and wild,Thought, Emotion, Dream, enwrappedtogether in your houseof angst and pains,goose-stepping pas-de-troisto old orchestrated sorrows–Guilt and Disappointment tunedto Loss and Shame and Fear…that even so, the friends you’ve earnedby simply being youare always very near!? Hurting’s loud, belligerent–intimidatesthe deeper Truth:Poor wee Child’sbeleaguered–huddled …
Journal: Counting the Costs
I have taken a step back from commenting on Facebook and other social media platforms–even here, sometimes. It isn’t that I am not reactive to some of the stuff that gets posted there, or that I don’t disagree strongly, or don’t see an opening for a really clever comeback. But I have taken another look …
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