Withersnicks? I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly, but then the radio announcer continued talking, and I adjusted my ear to her accent. What she had actually said, running her words together, was “Weather’s next.” As long as I live here I will never understand everything that I hear, the first time... Sign in to see full entry.
Sitting at my desk this morning, something moved. I just caught the smallest movement at the corner of my eye, and then it crept up over the top of a book, to my left. Small and brownish-yellow, only two inches long and missing one of its back legs, but not something I expected to see in my upstairs... Sign in to see full entry.
In writing, that is. I'm not talking about my domestic life, it is still as up and down as ever. Very noisy three days ago. I get accused of all sorts of things, and this time it emerged (as I suspected) that in disagreements he has to "outshout" me. I could have told him that years ago but I guess... Sign in to see full entry.
This was originally posted in Ypunday's haiku blog in August last year, my first attempt at the form. I received a number of helpful comments about punctuation (since adjusted), but have kept the composite words describing the colour of the water because I wanted to convey a particular mood. Waves... Sign in to see full entry.
Muser has written just recently on writer's block. I too find that I have ground to a halt lately as regards writing and posting. My journals are still full of (sometimes) pages and pages of scribblings - though they are hardly that if they are in electronic form - but are not suitably "post"... Sign in to see full entry.
I've been a bit quiet as you might have noticed. My kind friend Ypunday has been encouraging me to make a bit more noise (see my comments section in the previous post). Well, today I've had quite a good day, and it's still early. I was still adjusting, I think, to being back from my home visit, and... Sign in to see full entry.
A solitary figure sits in silence, head laid still on tightly bent knees, hands clasped loosely around slender ankles, her lovely face pensive as she listens. And she feels the music, its vibrant heart-touching chords sounding in her dancer’s cerebellum until she rises, slowly and sways, gently then... Sign in to see full entry.
Of course I couldn't stay home indefinitely, and I am back to who-knows-what. It has been quiet enough, and I have had my brother and his family visiting. So I feel more or less normal again, in spite of some anxiety symptoms which meant a quick visit to the doctor. But we don't need to bore you... Sign in to see full entry.
Having been home for a month now, I have relaxed and enjoyed being in England for an early Spring. Daffodils are out everywhere; it's beautiful. Even though I have been cold without a heavy winter coat, even standing at the bus stop for a bus that wasn't going to come, in sleet and with my breath... Sign in to see full entry.
secret night-time fears comforting feather softness enlightened daybreak crackling thunderstorm lightning rending blackened skies crisp ionised dawn night-darkened stillness menacing shadows dancing bright morning birdsong frosted winter glass sweet siblings softly breathing hours before dawning... Sign in to see full entry.