This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane
I'm not afraid
C'mon, c'mon
No one can see me cry
This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche
I'm not afraid
C'mon, c'mon
No one can see me cry
That sugar cane
That tasted good
That's who you are
That's what you could
C'mon, c'mon
No one can see you cry
~ REM, Imitation of Life
'...Is sweet and heady
Like my love
I feel unsteady
Where's my love?
Listen to me
Why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she
Or am I just going crazy?
Lilac wine
I feel
Unready for my love'
Lyrics by James H. Shelton
‘This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce: wonderment and a delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all delight.’ – Plotinus
From ‘My Year of Living Vulnerably,’ by Rick Morton, p.153.
Where do they all come from?
Monday's child
Fair of face
Tuesday's child
Full of grace
Wednesday's child
Full of woe
Thursday's child
Far to go
Friday's child
Loving and giving
Saturday's child
Works hard for a living
The child that is born
On the Sabbath day
Is Bonnie and Blyth
And Good and Gay
- Traditional
It takes a village
So they say
To send them
On their way
Hands full
Of love
Breakfast crumb
Tea cold swill
Drowning
Not waving
Smiling
Frustrating
Who will be
Just be
With me
In revelry?
Storm brews
For longer than
Cafe crews
Stronger
Arms are tired
Holding up the sun
When fellows farewell
One by one
Who is left
But Mum
They need their village
People
Online only
Locked in
Wholly
Sleeping in
till one
Are we allowed
Some fun?
Speech is silver
Silence is golden
Birds are not aggressive creatures, they bring beauty into the world.
We are all pockmarked by the scars of things that should have been otherwise, the way the moon bears the craters of collisions in space that it could do nothing to avoid.
My Year of Living Vulnerably, Rick Morton
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