Afterthought, and today
July 5th 2007 05:14
First of all......
Why do I find it important to talk about my day everyday? For one, I know there are animal lovers out there that want to know the quirky things animals do everyday. For two, and the most important reason, every single thing in my day seems poetic. Ive always felt like a character in a movie or book, and I can feel the narrator there, describing everything to the audience, correcting him and making sure he gets the imagery and poetry just right. Even cleaning the kitchen seems poetic at times. Particularly when the winds wildy screaming.
So, today, I got up late, but not too late. Ive still got the blasted headache thats just jumping around my skull, although it is beginning to settle into my left frontal lobe. Theres gotta be damage there. Its where the migraines come from. Ive had about 7 serious head injuries (possibly more) in my life, one where I cracked a helmet in two with the force of the fall. Another where my eye socket was fractured. So it really wouldnt surprise me.....
Legs were still aching so I pounded a few advil. Out to feed, open the gate and start the mayhem of herd changing then re shuffling positions. Got in a barrow load of wood, got the ducks out. Wist scared the crap outta me - Ive clipped his wing but he managed to TAKE OFF at least a foot in the air. He crash lands quickly enough but still it scares me. He tried it last night and Talli tried to go with him. It was one of those laugh or cry situations, so I decided to laugh at them both belly flopping ungracefully.
Then collect a huge load of kindling, pack dishwasher and get some washing on. Bout here I got nuts. (I'd just taken an iron pill) Put smelly powder on all the carpets, clean bathroom, toilet, laundry, sweep, mop, right through the house, then vacuum mine AND mums sides. Then cleaned Najaras room. Mynah birds have shit like concrete honestly. Its traumatic cleaning her room! Take out the full bins. Even more crazy - bake a cake!
The house looks amazing. Sure, it wont last long, by 6pm tonight there'll be hay and straw and some kinda animal crap everywhere. But Ive done my bit and Im intensely satisfied. Also feeling victorious that Im not letting this headache get to me. I might even treat myself to a hot bath.....
The wind, the wind is glorious. Its properly cold again and the wind is blowing down from the mountains where its still snowing, so the wind has that silver edge. Zayfir is in his element.....
My romance with silver started in primary school, with 'Silver Brumby Kingdom' (Elyne Mitchell) which is still my favourite. The poetic drama of Thowras life and the lives of his son and grandson still tickle me. I got so involved in 'The Silver family' a family of purebred arabians, that Id almost forgotten my first love. It was only after re reading one of the silver brumby books ('Silver brumbies of the south') where Baringa is a yearling about Zayfirs age that I realized how like them he is. With the wind screaming down I watch him play, unafraid of the thing that worries the other horses so, and realize, again, there is no such thing as coincidence. I wished for the Silver Stallion, the wind, now, 10 years later, I have him....
So, while all things are well I'll just serve up another train written poem......And thank you all for showin up, since my time restrictions mean I cant visit everyone Id like to. Im gettin around, just not as regularly as before. I apologise and Im still about, just not as noisy as before!
Why do I find it important to talk about my day everyday? For one, I know there are animal lovers out there that want to know the quirky things animals do everyday. For two, and the most important reason, every single thing in my day seems poetic. Ive always felt like a character in a movie or book, and I can feel the narrator there, describing everything to the audience, correcting him and making sure he gets the imagery and poetry just right. Even cleaning the kitchen seems poetic at times. Particularly when the winds wildy screaming.
So, today, I got up late, but not too late. Ive still got the blasted headache thats just jumping around my skull, although it is beginning to settle into my left frontal lobe. Theres gotta be damage there. Its where the migraines come from. Ive had about 7 serious head injuries (possibly more) in my life, one where I cracked a helmet in two with the force of the fall. Another where my eye socket was fractured. So it really wouldnt surprise me.....
Legs were still aching so I pounded a few advil. Out to feed, open the gate and start the mayhem of herd changing then re shuffling positions. Got in a barrow load of wood, got the ducks out. Wist scared the crap outta me - Ive clipped his wing but he managed to TAKE OFF at least a foot in the air. He crash lands quickly enough but still it scares me. He tried it last night and Talli tried to go with him. It was one of those laugh or cry situations, so I decided to laugh at them both belly flopping ungracefully.
Then collect a huge load of kindling, pack dishwasher and get some washing on. Bout here I got nuts. (I'd just taken an iron pill) Put smelly powder on all the carpets, clean bathroom, toilet, laundry, sweep, mop, right through the house, then vacuum mine AND mums sides. Then cleaned Najaras room. Mynah birds have shit like concrete honestly. Its traumatic cleaning her room! Take out the full bins. Even more crazy - bake a cake!
The house looks amazing. Sure, it wont last long, by 6pm tonight there'll be hay and straw and some kinda animal crap everywhere. But Ive done my bit and Im intensely satisfied. Also feeling victorious that Im not letting this headache get to me. I might even treat myself to a hot bath.....
The wind, the wind is glorious. Its properly cold again and the wind is blowing down from the mountains where its still snowing, so the wind has that silver edge. Zayfir is in his element.....
My romance with silver started in primary school, with 'Silver Brumby Kingdom' (Elyne Mitchell) which is still my favourite. The poetic drama of Thowras life and the lives of his son and grandson still tickle me. I got so involved in 'The Silver family' a family of purebred arabians, that Id almost forgotten my first love. It was only after re reading one of the silver brumby books ('Silver brumbies of the south') where Baringa is a yearling about Zayfirs age that I realized how like them he is. With the wind screaming down I watch him play, unafraid of the thing that worries the other horses so, and realize, again, there is no such thing as coincidence. I wished for the Silver Stallion, the wind, now, 10 years later, I have him....
So, while all things are well I'll just serve up another train written poem......And thank you all for showin up, since my time restrictions mean I cant visit everyone Id like to. Im gettin around, just not as regularly as before. I apologise and Im still about, just not as noisy as before!
AFTERTHOUGHT
Misshapen moon hangs
over sculpted treeline
painted clouds swish above
and stroke over lumbering mountains
blue and solid - near imagined bulk
they seem as clouds themselves
I never get tired of perfect blue
painted grey and white
the moon is a welcome change
to the picture,
hanging low
artists afterthought
in my bright clothes I seem to be
an afterthought myself
suicide death and malaise
insult all
I am not alone
Yet always apart
head hurting
in fog of mystery
I travel wide
I dream
No more than an afterthought
Misshapen moon hangs
over sculpted treeline
painted clouds swish above
and stroke over lumbering mountains
blue and solid - near imagined bulk
they seem as clouds themselves
I never get tired of perfect blue
painted grey and white
the moon is a welcome change
to the picture,
hanging low
artists afterthought
in my bright clothes I seem to be
an afterthought myself
suicide death and malaise
insult all
I am not alone
Yet always apart
head hurting
in fog of mystery
I travel wide
I dream
No more than an afterthought
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Comment by katyzzz
Photography Tips
Health Focus
MS Paint Art
Come on and play.
Don't miss the environmental one I put on youtube the animals at the end will blow you away, there's entertainment there for free other than the internet connection, get Kman to watch it too, good for the both of you.
You can do it progressively, remember the animals came in two by two but filled that ark that's all Noah could do.
Have you had your thyroid function tested ....just a thought....it would explain a lot of things.
katyzzz...luvs ya ho. n. EY is good for you.
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Loved your poem. I love the wild weather of winter. I'll take it over summer any time.
I can't believe how productive you were today. Damn girl, you're making me feel lazy!!!
Kylie
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Yeah, I still check things out but video is utterly forbidden.....
Ive researched thyroid and lots of other things that fit my symptoms. Doctors dont like that, makes them even more determined that I must just be a hypochondriac!
Thanks for lovin my broken record!
Kylie,
Thanks for lovin it.....Im amazed that I made both you and Katyzzz feel lazy! Theres a little something I take on occasion that is supposed to turn you into a couch potato.....But it makes me determined to clean everything out! Today Im going to clean up again, and Im doing the bed....Quilts, sheets the lot. And I might ride magnus this afternoon......
Comment by Wendi
I love the times when life seems poetic... I've had lots of those, particularly in the Autumn, and am looking forward to more. I'm glad to know you beat the headache, at least in a matter of will. *winks*
Loving the poetry intensely.
W
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Ive still got the damn headache! Im not letting it stop me (simply because all the things that must be done push me before them like a relentless tide) but it really, really, is starting to drive me insane. Nothings getting rid of it. Its just sitting there. Its like having first stage migraine for 3 weeks.
Lots more poetry to come....