Thursday feels like Friday

Not sure why that is. I am really glad that my kids are off tomorrow. I shall skate out of that place tomorrow morning once I’ve had the required dosage of coffee.

I got an email from my favorite singer! Which, of course, makes me more of a fan than ever. Of course, to see her perform live I might have to travel to the Netherlands, as besides Ireland that seems to be where she performs most often. Then again, I think once a year she also performs on a cruise with her sister and brothers … hmmmmm. Now doesn’t that sound fine?

Ahem. Yes, this not smoking stuff ought to save me large sums of money. However, since really I couldn’t afford cigarettes with any ease three and a half weeks ago, I don’t think I’m quite ready to start booking cruises. Anyway, there’s a very important airplane sort of trip that needs to happen long before any such thing as that!

Day 24, and all in all … with a little help from my friends, coworkers, etc. … it’s going pretty well. There are even periods of time when the fact that I am not smoking isn’t the very topmost thing in my mind. Wow!

Some whittery bits from the last couple of days/nights/whatevers.

Irrelevance

Velvet and pepper
both invisible
easily overlooked

Each word suspended
from its significance
transparent thread

Pendula through which
light and death come true
united and separated

Oak and lace
silk and leather
stained glass and stained soul

Too much said
vacant syllables
insufficient against the void

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Re: stained glass

Bold black outlines
restrict in containment
translucent colors
symbolizing all
symbolizing nothing

Light in narrow shafts
through high infrequent windows
who designed the first round rose
that played havoc in the cathedral
with sunlight as its instrument

Unbridled fascination
kiss of colored light against my skin
thoughts holy as could ever be
corporal joy blending with the spirit’s songs
while everything true graces the mind

How often have the truly blessed
bewildered the people of good order
once across this planet then
I’ll swirl in breezes
dance in shafts cast through rose patterned wonders