Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

doppelgänger April 1, 2012

for such a long while i have deceived you

i’m not really me anymore

the doppelgänger me is sleepwalking through my days

faking a smile, completing my tasks with semi-efficiently

while i remain curled protectively around my heart

no one is the wiser and it’s been better this way

but now…

the black tide is rising and i’m growing too tired to swim

the doppelgänger me is beginning to crack

the painted smile is fading

it’s getting too hard

alice is falling through the glass

you will soon know that i am no more

and that leaves me

with nothing.

 

On Fire

thoughts tumble loudly in my brain

like broken rocks in a dryer

nothing makes much sense today

my crazy head is on fire

~

unable to do the simplest thing

i sit here alone in the dark

wishing i could just get away

and go right back to the start

~

the black veil envelops me

i am all alone once more

i want to cut loose these ropes

that hold me against the floor

~

this too shall pass

my mother would always say

but all this waiting is hard

and a heavy price to pay

 

The Perfect Daisy

While on vacation, I stayed the night in a small village in Nova Scotia. It was a glorious little place, with lots of local character. It had rained that night, and the raindrops still clung to the world the next morning as I set off for an early morning walk. That is when I came across this beauty, just growing casually by the side of a little gravel road.To me, the daisy is one of the most beautiful flowers in the world. It is stunning in its simplicity.

 

Goodbye, My Winter

Here it is, my goodbye to winter. April is here, and it is time for spring flowers. I am ready, but I feel a certain sadness to say goodbye to winter. Winter is a thoughtful season with its long hours of darkness and blustery hours of light. I love the coziness of the cold, bitter season that sets in and rules what we humans can and cannot do. I love the cleanness of the bare trees as they prepare for a glorious rebirth. I envy that nature can do that each year. Imagine what it would be like if we could be stripped bare each winter, only to experience a complete rebirth come spring. Nice.