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Lone doting
Do not daggers let your words be.
Let all souls entreat and be treated with mercy.
To whom is your compassion hurled?
Does it toss and sigh without reply?
Or will the moon hang coldly above your world
Mocking thee as thy virgin affections lie
At the feet of your beloved who denies all betrothal.
And it consumes you with irate despair
To be certain you could bestow their joy eternal.
If only they thought thine oppressive doting ever fair.
This age is a bitter mistress
Who will snare at the roses we toss.
Upon her bosom it doth wither
Where it is redolent of her heartache, her loss.
Every weeping angel has a sculptor,
‘Tis the parentage of all pain.
When love like the plague catches
They surely are the first to be slain.
By Rohini James
Copyright October 2013
All rights reserved
As originally published on Right Brain Idealism
What I Saw Today
The winds are a special kind of artist. With just one breath of the heavens the water in front of my turned from a thin, nearly invisible sheet of glass, to a tempered, dented, frosted clear sheet that awed me so much I found myself paralyzed, unable to allow my existence to disturb this moment of beauty. I now know where the churches got the idea for their windows from. Try as I might to recreate it, and try as the winds might to show it again, true genius cannot be mimicked, so I clung to the memory as I diffused my excess energy into this vat of diluted chlorine.
What I Saw Today
It seemed to me that the world had suddenly come alive, and despite the ache in my softened muscles and the hunger gnawing at my belly. A butterfly rode the wind uneasily and bobbed like a buoy on a rough sea in the wake of a typhoon, and it’s movements were alive in my head once again. I heard, felt, and saw so many words, sentences, and stories in that instant from that poor butterfly’s unstable bout that I knew the stifling silence had been banished from my mind.
What I Saw Today
Glancing up at the sky nature took my world and flipped it upside down in an instant, in the blink of an eye, a change so brief it felt like a dream. This dragonfly that flitted above my head but for a moment made me feel so incredibly small, and made itself seem so big and wide and majestic I hardly remembered who I was, and who it was, and the difference between us.
Quote of the Week
Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.
-Walter Anderson
What I Saw Today
Out of the window all that seemed to speak to me were the dead trees with their gaunt twisted fingers reaching for the skies. The world seemed to be moving too fast for me to take it in, but too slowly to excite the blood in my veins. However, the marks of death scattered through out the scenery that jogged by seemed to seep through the persona presented to the world and whisper to my core. The girl in there was happy to meet them, she was happy they were dead, dead like this land was to her, dead like the person on the outside seemed to her each time thoughts aroused her from sleep. My gaze was dragged forward, half reluctantly, and the streetlights seemed to form a tall wall on either side of the street, making me feel small, and mouse like. However, the instant passed and the whispers of the dead echoed between houses until, the song was over, the thought broken, and she who had woken went back into her deep slumber