Waste not, want more

No variations on a theme.

Sigh-ns of Life

I did not think it was going to take me two weeks to revisit the world of writing here. I had initial envisaged a 3-part tribute to  my dad whose birthday would have been this last week. One of the intended posts – a publishing of something I’d written in the midst of processing the news of my dad’s illness and the throes of being 16, a heady combination. I’d decided against that post anyway because though I can forgive myself my perspective and attitudy writings at that time, that doesn’t mean I feel it would be appropriate to share them. Too many people in my family would not appreciate that if they knew and I think I’m okay with that.

My two other mid-thought posts have not manifested either though and for only practical reasons like working much too long hours, being away, and being sick. Thankfully, despite all this and today’s exhaustion, I’m in good spirits and hope to re-emerge into the world in short order. In case I don’t however, because I’m dying to communicate but incapable of sitting here much longer, I decided to provide random poetry that happens to be typed up on my computer. It’s random in that I’m just going to pick something that I find in short order. Lucky you!

Voce*

A cast-off piece of maltreated gold has no idea of its continual worth and influence

People have tried to change it, fix it, break it, but it stubbornly, successfully stood strong

 

If, in despair, it buried itself within the rocks of once boiling lava…

 

It would be difficult for those who still looked on it amorously –despite the wrinkles of a grinding life-

To forgive escape

 

Gold’s brilliance endures many eruptions.

 

* Portuguese for the respectful form of “you” – I know there’s a term but it’s not coming

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February 1, 2012 - Posted by | Childhood Complaints, Mr. Lonely, Portuguese-ness?, Wild Animals, Writing

5 Comments »

  1. So good to hear from you, Rose, and sorry to hear that you have been busy and sick. 😦 Once again, your ability to favour discretion on your blog has impressed me, especially because we now know the thought process behind you not posting a particular piece. Even still, I’m paying short tribute to your dad in the comments section– he sure has a wonderful daughter and would be very proud of you if he could see you today.

    Comment by Dana | February 2, 2012 | Reply

    • Aw, thanks, Dana. You can keep favouring my discretion and I’ll keep being jealous of other people’s blogging re family with abandon… I still intend to post a my dad store, potentially the most loved of family stories about him that unfortunately is much better live with accents!

      Comment by Rose | February 2, 2012 | Reply

  2. So sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well, my friend. But it’s great to hear from you, even briefly, and to know your thoughts on these other posts. I’m with Dana in giving tribute to your father and the daughter he would be so proud of!
    Hugs,
    Kathy

    Comment by Kathryn McCullough | February 2, 2012 | Reply

    • I’m actually feeling much better since Monday but had some weird bug last week. Thanks so much for the tribute love!

      Comment by Rose | February 2, 2012 | Reply

  3. […] that I’ve expressed my extreme hesitation in posting this teen diatribe on mortality, I feel better about posting it. It’s funny how […]

    Pingback by Lou « Waste not, want more | February 2, 2012 | Reply


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