?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Drivel | Further Drivel

Glimpses

True and no word of a lie: this evening I enjoyed the novel experience of cleaning quince jelly out of a suitcase.

It’s satisfying when life hands you unsolicited surrealism.

*

A Sketch in Mauve*

Whom will you let me be?

What shape shall thine eye impose upon my form?

Shall I be mocked unless I lie?

The questions insisted on by cowardice! How loud they are. How rudely they trample the delicate truths that mass up softly in private.

Who are you, really? Is ‘the real you’ the one that zombies on calmly, making no fuss? The mild, the boring, present-absent you who is paid by the hour? Or is ‘the real you’ the inward voice, furtively enjoyed and treasured - silk-underwear-of-the-soul?

Delicate truths mass up softly indeed, and they hide thorns. Reach deep into snow, retreat bleeding, bewildered.

Snow falls regardless. The heart’s gauche, and lights up when it ‘shouldn’t’.

How can I not offend you today? I have asked and asked that question, and it remains unanswerable. This is the tax on shyness, the crick of sensitivity.

Could I but ask, How may I astound you? How might I trespass? Oh, could I but ask, and not mind the answer!

Let me then ask, How shall you surprise me?

Expecting the unexpected: this is the beginning of thankfulness.

The lesson of my life has been: Fate made me strange that I might be kind withal.

{*not news, and not without self-mockery }

*

I redid the shop board today:

chalkboard illustration of a planet, stars and alien spaceship - explore a galaxy of stories

chalkboard illustration of a clockface with extra hands, spirals and arrows - time travel is possible with books

Yes folks, no TARDIS required! :-)

Comments

( 2 confidences — Confide in me... )
breakon87
Mar. 10th, 2017 10:33 pm (UTC)
That is a really great design on the board!
in_thy_bounty
Apr. 17th, 2017 08:21 pm (UTC)
I adore this 'sketch'! And the phrase 'silk underwear of the soul'.
( 2 confidences — Confide in me... )

Eavesdrop, snoop, and sigh with yearning...

This journal is not a private diary, it is more like an occasional, imaginary column. Therefore, much of it is on public display. However, if you want to read my occasional attempts at creative writing, my Caution Elf tells me I should only show that stuff to my friends. You know what to do. :-)

NB: If you add me in an unsolicited fashion, please introduce yourself. Otherwise I will probably ignore you.

Latest Month

March 2017
S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel