Fall Morning

Sting is singing in my ear; he is telling me how fragile we are. Indeed I feel it at a depth that is hard to fathom. Perhaps like the Mariana Trench…

Angels are brushing watercolors in the sky with feather strokes that spread and vanish like rain in the desert this morning.

Gardeners are cleaning up oleanders, spruce and whatever else needs to be trimmed and readied for winter. Warm winds rolling down the mountain sweep the disheveled pepper trees that shake, tremble, and quiver looking totally undone. I am caught in their tousled leaves, in the windmills of my mind, in the music.

I am so freaking near tears this morning it’s not funny. So damn lonely, heartsick, on so many levels it’s pathetic. No end in sight either. It is what it is, the new normal that makes me want to wail and throw ashes on my head this morning. No one to share the crude viridian green of back lit blades of grass tangled with the saturated violet of torn bougainvillea blossoms; no one to share the song of this unknown warbler I hear calling out somewhere near.

The warmth of the sun touches my face, kissing my eyes shut, sending vibrations all the way to my belly…How would a man’s hands on my face feel? I don’t remember.


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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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9 Responses to Fall Morning

  1. emmylgant says:

    delightfully dismal, hey?
    my oximoronish way.


  2. Oh, sorry, forgot to say what a beautifully written piece this is, marvellous metaphors, evocative imagery, delightfully dismal.


  3. AnElephantCant say anything funny
    AnElephant is almost in tears
    He feels pretty bad
    His chum Emmy is sad
    So why not pop round and have a few beers


    • emmylgant says:

      I would pop in for a few beers
      and welcome some cheers
      But I am in Flauzins, Aveyron
      a village too far I am afraid
      It is so cold here that rhymes run
      Away, and keyboard keys freeze.


  4. mixedupmeme says:

    This is really sad. But it is OK to talk of sad things. I read the first line and didn’t understand “Sting”. Would you believe I don’t think I have ever heard Sting and I didn’t even know what it meant. NOW that is really sad. lol

    I found a web site and listened to something called Desert Rose. I guess I like it because I marked the site. So be happy you have introduced meme to something new. 🙂


    • alarmingman says:

      Desert Rose is an amazing song… and to me there’s a sense of loneliness in it as well


      • emmylgant says:

        Agreed. But then again most songs that speak of yearnings and longings are. Still, I find Sting amazing in both his compositions and lyrics. He makes me wish I were a musician…a good one of course! May be in the next life, should there be one.


    • emmylgant says:

      Glad to have introduced you to Sting, one of my favorite bards. You may want to try “Fragile” and the Windmills of your mind” which are the two songs I alluded to in that piece. I’m sure you have heard them before, just didn’t know who sang them. Desert Rose is haunting and beautiful song.


  5. Beautifully, delicately sad.


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