Meandering thoughts.

Beyond 1/2 open blinds

06:36 Sunday 24th March

Through half open plantation blinds sliced light falls over a couch,
spills onto a rug, there lighting the ebony coat of a snoozing dog
whose dual purpose as pet and foot warmer appreciated
more than he will ever know.
Beyond the blinds between part lit autumn glow gables
a lone crow sits atop its terracotta perch,
an aesthetic chimney rising above a poorly laid ridge,
this perhaps a "Monday job" where the weekend,
although it seems it had not,
excesses still being endured by a drink blinded roofer
whose only care was not to,
this typical of the less discerning tradesman
whose mantra "I ain't gotta live here"
trotted out daily, loudly to any that would listen,
though few cared to.

06:38

Restless, Max the owner of the ebony coat moves
allowing cold air to puddle around my exposed ankles,
this breaking my gaze and ending my words,
bringing me back to now and thoughts of today
and what that may bring, even if this subconsciously known,
with wake, rise, do, sleep being the bedrock of my life,
this played on repeat, endlessly, unless interrupted by unexpected surprises,
these though seldom if ever occurring,
with the last remembered in April 2019,
when a younger sibling arrived bearing news,
the saddest news, that mum had passed.
With that thought I too stir, rise from my chair and head to the kitchen.

06:40

Coffee.

Reviews

[Marie]

I love the title "Meandering Thoughts" as I envisage in my mind thoughts rolling softly on the waves of a little river as it cascades over small rocks on its way to the sea! Beautiful imagery therein! I am saddened to read of the untimely passing of your beloved Mum, dear Gee. Bless you both. My deepest sympathy, Gee. She is still with you, though in Spirit only now and one day in the distant future you will meet again. Your beautiful pets will bring you great comfort and they will listen intently when you speak to them about missing your lovely Mum or how you are having a bad day and they will be extra loving to help you over it. Sudden death is very difficult for those left behind, but it is comforting to know that our loved ones are happy and safely home in Spirit and pop in to visit us all the time. If you ask your Mum for a sign that she is safely home in Spirit and happy, she will give it to you, Gee. It may be a feather you find in a place where you know that a bird has never been in your home, a coin (be sure to look at the date it will be significant), a butterfly coming into your home to visit, a feeling of your Mum being with you. So many different signs, dear Gee. It is so sad that the very ordinary day you wrote about so deftly brought the saddest news possible and turned the day upside down and like me, Coffee to the rescue, it helps. Thank you for sharing this very poignant write so finely penned. Here if I can help in any way...

[Gee]

Thank you Marie

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Gee...

[Neville]

this is almost exactly how it happened to me four years ago this coming August .. with no warning whatsoever I went from being a son to an orphan .. and it still hurts like hell .. my condolences my friend.

[Gee]

Hmm, not a lot of thought is given to the adult orphan.
Was 4 years April just passed that mum went off to seek some well earned peace, 3 weeks to the day before my 58th birthday :)

[Gee]

Oops, thanks Neville

[Neville]

Shh .. it happens and way too often mate ..

[D]

I appreciate the undercurrent of thoughts that we experience, even when the mind seems peaceful and at rest. In this poem, you bring out the suddenness of life and our subconscious fear of any bad news that almost always pops up like jack in the box. Yet, the poem also focuses on the here and now and the simple joy of a lulled and peaceful day. Pets are such a wonderful source of bliss and comfort! I loved this read, dear Gee.

[Gee]

Thank you Divya, hope you are well

[D]

All well dear Gee. Just going with the flow. Thanks :))

[Chris Shaw]

Amazing how our mind meanders when we sit relaxed in an armchair with just the company of our thoughts (and doggie if you have one). How those thoughts drift until something jolts us into action. Strong coffee needed when reminded of that dreadful day your mum passed Gee. So good to read you again. Hope all is well with you and yours in MK. Enjoy the sunshine my friend.

Chris

[Gee]

Apologise for the very tardy reply Christin.
Thank you.
Hope you are well.
Off to Cyprus today😎

[Chris Shaw]

No need for the apology Gee. Have a great holiday.

[Poetic Beauty]

Random thoughts and how they shift on random days

[Gee]

Thank you PB

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. I thoroughly enjoyed this.

[Gee]

Thank you Thomas

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the doggy foot warmer. I enjoyed this poem. It was very relaxing in mood and content to read. It had a slight tone of discomfort that served to give it more solid substance and reality. You made me realize how many memories of great times in life are tinged with a certain degree of discomfort, summer sunburns; winter chills and great memories frozen in time or boiled down to their essence. Even our most heartbroken moments seem to hold meaning. I've felt the loss you speak of here. I was on a fishing trip when I got the news my mom had passed. Great work, F.

[Gee]

Thank.you Fabian

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely poem a set, seen through the window with a sliver of light, a cozty dog by your side keeping your feet warm, musing about what you can see from your vantage point... moments of flashbacks, a quiet day, until you find out that your mum passed away....heart-breaking news....
a very sad ending to this otherwise bright piece
Warmly, B

[Gee]

Thank you Betty.
Hope you are well

[Betty Hermelee]

You are most welcome Gee! Have a lovely weekend!
Warmly, B