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Sometimes I cannot believe my luck... I actually have friends who are willing to support some of my (more harmless) delusions.
I do not journal. This is a foundation of my personality. And believe me, I am alive to the irony of my posting almost daily haiku on LiveJournal. But when I grumbled about the fact that my entries seem to be waxing ever more philosophic in addition to the haiku, my friend Max said that it was "context." Gotta love that.
Anyway. I was driving out to Eden Prairie this evening. When I was out there, the sun was setting and the sky was that intense and beautiful shade of pink-y, peach-y, orange-y gold that I only seem to see in sunrises and sunsets. And there was a lavender/violet vapor trail across the sky. And suddenly I was reminded of the Saturday night at Maria and Tim's house outside of Cool, CA--they're only a couple of miles west of Cool :-D--when Tim, KJ and I were just standing in the driveway looking up at the night sky filled with stars when suddenly a meteorite shot across the sky. I was just filled with such awe. But "meteorite" is four syllables which is alot in a 17 syllable poem, besides not being a terribly poetic image. So--
Tonight, a star fell—
Blazing fire across the sky,
Moment of beauty.
I just finished reading a fabulous book. The Anatomy of a Rose by Sharman Aptad Russell. It's a meditation on beauty, magic, sex and death masquerading as a book on botany. The author is a science writer with a poet's soul. Find it, read it. I laughed, I cried, I learned, and I felt the presence of the Gods in her writing. What more can you ask?
I do not journal. This is a foundation of my personality. And believe me, I am alive to the irony of my posting almost daily haiku on LiveJournal. But when I grumbled about the fact that my entries seem to be waxing ever more philosophic in addition to the haiku, my friend Max said that it was "context." Gotta love that.
Anyway. I was driving out to Eden Prairie this evening. When I was out there, the sun was setting and the sky was that intense and beautiful shade of pink-y, peach-y, orange-y gold that I only seem to see in sunrises and sunsets. And there was a lavender/violet vapor trail across the sky. And suddenly I was reminded of the Saturday night at Maria and Tim's house outside of Cool, CA--they're only a couple of miles west of Cool :-D--when Tim, KJ and I were just standing in the driveway looking up at the night sky filled with stars when suddenly a meteorite shot across the sky. I was just filled with such awe. But "meteorite" is four syllables which is alot in a 17 syllable poem, besides not being a terribly poetic image. So--
Tonight, a star fell—
Blazing fire across the sky,
Moment of beauty.
I just finished reading a fabulous book. The Anatomy of a Rose by Sharman Aptad Russell. It's a meditation on beauty, magic, sex and death masquerading as a book on botany. The author is a science writer with a poet's soul. Find it, read it. I laughed, I cried, I learned, and I felt the presence of the Gods in her writing. What more can you ask?
