Day: October 8, 2015

My cat visitor

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The week before my husband died, a black cat kept coming in to see me.That’s because the door was open a lot.Lately it has been chillier.As an experiment I opened the cat flap and late one evening as I sat here reading Alfred suddenly appeared looking extremely pleased with himself.Hes sat on my knee and stuck his nose into my arm pit.Just like a man.I realised that to maintain his interest I shall have to give up using a . deodorant   It’s so nice when someone likes you for who you are even if he is only a cat.Maybe he will come and sleep on my bed

I am not quite sure if the cat is male as I don’t like to peep down there.However since he wears no jewellery or ear  rings I guess he is a boy cat.A tomboy

We create another soul

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Sometimes my hands curl up,
and other times,they open.
Then I feel the air;
My fingers relax.
I touch your hand;
uncurl it and press it to mine.
Palm on palm,it’s no secret
that palms connect to hearts.
In your face I see a hint of melancholy,
I feel it in my soul..
as if there was a secret connection..
thought how,I don’t know.
Somehow,touching, we create another soul,
Neither you nor I, but we……
Touching,need to be physical..
We know how a story can affect us that way.
What a gift to know we have touched someone…
In the heart.’s. most tender space.The place of love.
Both true and false,my palm is lonely.
Then I feel the caress of summer air..
To touch is to be touched
as one soul opens to another..
Vulnerable,human,loving,
Painful and illusory,like those dreams of childhood.
Now I go,first gripping, then loosening our hands.
Goodbye,we say,Goodbye

On Walls

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We are so near and yet so far apart

The wall of stone makes concrete all our fears.

For even if we change our minds and hearts

This wall and all its meanings will endure.

Even in suburban avenues

Men have knifed their neighbours in  red rage

We hate those people who have different views

And cypress trees too tall  feel like  a cage.

We long for closeness,yet we fear too much.

Strong,invulnerable we would like to be.

Yet, without  open hearts, we  darkness touch;

And into hellish flames , we  foolish flee..

No wall endures forever nor  does fame

When we  reach our deaths we’re  all the same

For everyone

Sun rose,

travelled in a lower curve than summer

so that only for one hour

I saw its light

through the red leaves

of my acers.

Short burst of beauty thrilled my heart

Would that we could make the sun shine

For everyone

For dreams can work in harmony with will

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I only began to write sonnets a few months ago.I was afraid to try as I imagined it was very hard,but eventually I wanted to try.I sometimes do find it difficult but I am enjoying it now.I was reading a book by Leslie Farber called,The Ways of the Will.In this he says that anxiety neurosis is caused by, “trying to will what cannot be willed.”I found that idea fascinating.

We can make ourselves lie down,but we cannot sleep by will power.

We can sit at a desk all day but cannot will ourselves to get inspiration.

I am sure you can think of many examples yourselves.So we need will sometimes but also we need to allow things to happen;we are not always in control.. we cannot be but we wish to be.

Think of our brains and bodies… it’s all outside our control…as is most of the Universe,God and all… despite our technology and science.

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The daydream is despised by many folk
who feel that willpower is the better way.
Yet daydreams often bring creative thoughts
and teach us what to do and what to say.

I fear it is the modern curse to will,
When will cannot achieve the wanted end.
And trying too hard is effort and may kill,
where reverie and dream can make us mend
.

The emptiness of mind is too much feared
As if we do not trust in God nor man.
Yes,take the tiller, and with perception steer…
We do the little that we should and can.

For dreams can work in harmony with will,
As long as we can make our minds quite still.