morningambassador’s posthaven

"Evil Clown"

Some days are really hard
And it feels so very stupid as
There are so many people
Who have it much harder
So I have no right or desire to complain

But still it dribbles out,
Like a kitty fountain
That's full up.

I'm so tired of being tired.
And using this format for saying so.

I slip it in, I've noticed.
Here and there, under the rugs and
Twirled in my hair on occasion
Pretending to say other things.

But it's really not all the time
I just see it so.
When I do.

I'm tired.
Boooorrriingggg
And that's the one thing I've always said
I wouldn't do -
No one can be bored
If they're simply alive.

But I'm concerned about boring others
In this public format,
Yet I'm doing it.

Start again.
Start again
Start from the start,
I suppose.

I often fall into the Haiku form when
Being consciously poetic  ;)
Pithy, concise, focused

I thought this was a beautiful visual representation
Of that particular form
As they often use seasons
Symbolically

I hope you enjoy
What you are about to see
Take rest and relax

5 - 7 - 5

In an odd way I'm glad..... but also nervous about the fact that
I've now kept up this blogging discipline long enough that I
Officially no longer know if I've written something or just thought about writing it.

It probably doesn't matter, because even though I may have written it already
I'll most likely come at it from a different angle than before....
Or therapeutically say it enough that I DO remember and make good - hopefully - adjustments in my life
And anyone who recognizes and thinks, 'eh?' can zoom on past.

Thinking that I've done it already has kept me from writing many things.

I could get really organized and write down what I write down in some sort of index
'That would be the ticket,'
I could hear Cary Grant say in my head for some unknown reason.

He may speak in my head any time he wishes, btw.

This was interesting...
Thinking about writing and fishing around...
Up she popped,
So I'm sharing it.

"This is the eleventh song from the soundtrack to the movie Cold Mountain, 2003. Traditional song. Performed by Jack White."

I wish it wasn't an annoying - to me -  still photo, as that dance is one of my top three favorite scenes in the film.

Just babbling now, it seems.... the stream of consciousness has got me in its current-y clutches.

Didn't know it was tidal, did you? Or maybe you did.

"Locomotive on Continental Divide"

Thinking about N.H. and E.W. when I relate and empathize as to the wide chasm in the heart that develops when a person - thinking about my own experience too here - loves two places they've lived, separated by thousands of miles.

Whenever you live in one place, there beats the heart of the other. Within. Always within.

So N., this is contoured for you especially, as it's Ohio, which, with its brilliant fields, hills, meadows, pastures - and Vet University,  lives somewhere inside.

That's where my uncle went to school to hone his horse-healing brilliance  ;)

I remember being a little girl there, visiting him on a farm; we got to wear our slips outdoors (cool!) and roll in a red convertible over the hills and far away to get double scoop ice creams.... the best ever.

You've heard this tale, roughly, many times I'm sure.
So much media.... and sadness.
This song is the one that fits today.

On the day I went out for lunch,
Unusual as a teacher with little time.

Came back to the classroom and heard the news.
I think it was the hardest afternoon I ever taught
Out of many.

"Concentration"
So vulnerable - practiced... what to say.

 

Today continues down the C. Stream
Not feeling well big time
So trying to distract myself
With my one simple hobby...

Typing slooooowwww, tho.

I love when rockers take on other genres. Pretty song, just like the lady, Jolene.

As for White Stripes - Meg has majorly improved since 2002! Jack always brings everything to it, whatever it may be.

A heartfelt plea for love. I especially feel it double when Jack sings it from the woman's point of view. Doh!

Two to compare - separated by decades and styles
Gotta love both pantsuits, though.
Things come round and round on the slinky.

This is from 1974 - maybe you can tell if your Uncle Martin antennae are up. Or you happen to see the opening credits.

 

My mind is free range today
Not that it isn't on other days
But especially so.

I love acoustic versions of rawking songs
1993 was a year that so many things happened.
This was just one of them.
Hope I'm not giving away the plot.  ;)

Best not to focus on the numbers.
Don't think of a monkey - I get told that often.

Acoustic version of cherub rock performed @mtv europe 1993