Day: February 16, 2019

Accident

 

I did this horrible piece of art myself

Abstract Kathryn
I am afraid I dropped a tea pot full of boiling tea last Sunday.It landed on my right foot which is very painful.So much so I went to a Walk in Centre today. The nurse says it is healing… and eventually put a dressing on it.It seems to have affected my brain.How ? I  have no ideas in my head.

And with the flare up of arthritis…. yet again….. some is there all the time and some used to go after a few weeks but it has not gone since July last year.I am sure lots of people have it or know someone who does…. why is there no cure?

However if you need something to divert you,try wathing Stephen King on youtube interviewing various authors.I like  and admire him greatly.If you read his book on how to write you will see how hard it was for him at the beginning.

To battle dread

I showed the nurse my  scalded foot that bled
Could she put a dressing on the wound?
I made it clear I wished to love the mad

I told her I had pain that stunned my head
Where  my husband hides and can’t be found
I showed the nurse my  scalded foot,it bled

All my clothes and earrings were bright red
I longed  to be caressed by husband’s hand
I did not say I wished to  fins his bed

I wish I were a field mouse in the shed
My husband fed the birds and mice around
I showed the nurse my  scalded heart  that bled

Maybe life is better for the dead
They soften into earth and are assumed
Where   are then the body and the blood?

So the piper plays his merry tunes
Alas we will roll mindless in our tombs
I showed the nurse my  scalded foot so red
I made it clear I must  now  live  my dread

His lashes dark as mines

I loved my love with all my heart and mind
We never disagreed  till I got nits
He was so blonde, so handsome and so kind

Our matched intelligence  was undefined
His sense of humour made me laugh,have fits
I loved my love with all my savage mind

His father was a rich man and refined
His art creation far above the pits
The  son so bright, athletic and so kind

I leave my deeper feelings undefined
In case a lawyer sues us with a writ
I loved my love with all my heart, so blind

A problem made our faces  gather lines
We were  merely children with no chits
The  son so  brilliant, how was he  kind?

The teacher told us we would  have to  part
The pain felt like a brick dropped  on my tart
I loved my love with  my embodied mind
His eyes so blue , his lashes dark as mines

 

 

Love gives the soul her appetite.

Love gives the soul her appetite.

Though the night is black and starless,

The inner guide is never careless.

The notes are struck,the tune is played,

Plain melodies are overlaid.

In this chant and benediction,

Healing comes for desolation.

Though the passage way is narrow,

This road is the one to follow.

Struggling through the mud and mire,

We see,in darkness, tongues of fire.

The sacred centre of our life

Is never found without some strife.

Just then, the dark and light combine.

To create a symbol for the mind