GEL, I have been posting more sad poems here because I am very sad, and I seem to post more when I am most sad. I can assure you that the stuff I am reading isn't all sad (nor are all of the posts), and that I am not siting around all day listening to sad songs. I have tried listening to the radio lately, but every other song is about losing love (it's like a window in your heart). BTW, my relationship with poetry has always been on the sad end of the spectrum, and I stopped reading and writing it when W and I got together, at the same time I discoverd my love for metalworking. Sculpting for me is a joyous thing, and is something I am having trouble doing right now. I am working toward that goal, and have been doing some sketches.
"...it'd make me want to slit my wrists." Thanks for that cheerful assessment...
Cally, I will definitely be avoiding any R talks, since thay have proven to be counter productive. We haven't spoken at all in several days. She never came home last night, but I wasn't home either. I suspect that she will come home on Sunday for laundry and more clothes. She already told me she would be sleeping at IL's again this week for work. I am done playing her game.
OM gets his new place in two weeks. I guess I will see even less of W at that point. After he moves in, I hope things will "normalize" for them, and they can settle into the routines of their R. I know that OM's true colors will shine soon therafter.
Speaking of shining, I am making my talents known to the new boss. I am now going to install the new roof sign for the retail store. (It pays to have a do it all electrician father to watch & learn from...)
Here is a slightly happier poem:
Wood thrush in the big, round maple Robin in the snag Flicker, hungry for a mate Cherry petals, falling like rain Everything bathed in magic hour light a run for your camera light that reminds you You're alive.
