Ugly day

Remember Karen Carpenter singing about “Rainy Days and Mondays”? If you don’t, I suggest you do some research. That memory is just about the only thing making me smile (well, okay, Reflections of a Favorite Diarist too, but anyway …) this morning. It is just plain ugly raining in this town today, and it’s the M day as well. Grrrrrrrrrrr. It’s also my first day on the 14 mg patch (after nearly four weeks on the 21 mg patch). They are smaller, which is rather nice. I wonder if the 7 mg ones will be sort of like one of those little round bandaids they make for corns?

The kid people at the party deal on Saturday afternoon all participated in spray painting various names and things on my son’s bedroom walls. (He had made a prodigious start to the endeavor prior to the party.) I actually like the thing. I’m convinced now more than ever of my own madness, but … there is something awesome there.

Anyway, it is also day 28, and even though it’s a very ugly nasty sort of Monday, and I am a tad grrrrrrrrrrr-ish, I don’t want to grab a cigarette, and not only because it would entail doing something as just plain stupid as standing outside in this kind of weather. Here are some whittery bits that have turned up recently. Be well and merry and at peace.

In a moment once
you made me believe
made me feel that everything
in and of me
was wondrous in power and beauty
even my completely cross-hatched
crossing outs
indicating the location of each error
while guarding so carefully against its tracing
or identification

Identity
in one movement through all that pain
you saw us through our birth
made corporal our union here in life
because you found me
even when you weren’t looking
and I was found
even when I hadn’t realized
I was lost
born at some point before time was conceived

~~~~~~~~~~

Speckled
wondering why pastel clothes
mass and lamb
aren’t in my repertoire
never did fulfill me
must be how it never was true
amid my personal chaos

Renaissance is never pale
too alive and mysterious
spring’s breath enchanting many days
its promise reaching my spirit
waking me up past the hour they’ll steal
birds sing of possibility
a path of bulb born beauties to escort me
toward summer’s fruition

~~~~~~~~~~

Room run rampant
wild walls screaming for freedom
blue and green
but red turned out to be
neon orange meant for road cones
warnings

Better here
making a room into art
splendid urban wilderness
young spiritis scribbled out
mad outpouring become nearly beauty

Lives made into self-mythologies
something built of nothing
whole fabric conjured out of air
just life cannot be enough
so each is grown enormous
in each mind

The rain tiptoes in
hesitant and slowly contemplating
what the wind wants of it
hard and lashing or soft sheets
it will oblige
as I lie amidst a record it cannot wash away

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Yea for your whitters and especially for you, the day 28 Lioness!!! YEA!!! Just go on and GRRRrr all you want and stay smokefree and be kind to yourself because you are doing such a good thing 😀 Huggles,

March 28, 2005

Day 28 is a wonderful achievement, as are you and your whitters. BTW, wild woman that I am – I’m wearing navy today. I don’t often “do” pastels either. 😀 How about some pics of that newly painted room?!

March 28, 2005

Yes, I remember the Karen Carpenter song–it’s one of my favorites even though it’s quite sad–and it does fit this dreary sort of day quite well. 🙂

March 28, 2005

Good for you!!! Almost a month! You’re definately over the hardest part…there will still be moments but the hardest is over and you did it!!! :o)

March 28, 2005

You are doing great! 28days!! WOW!! We had a rainy day and a Monday here yesterday.. the rain was much needed and the Monday was a public holiday so all is well.. Take care… I wonder if those tiny patches come decorated like the bandaids do… you know sponge bob square pants or something…

Would it make you feel any better to know that someplace in the world it is 75 degrees with lovely Spring sun? Didn’t think so. 🙂 (hey! Nebraska needs something going for it a couple times a year! :D) Good job on day 28!

March 28, 2005

It’s raining here now. Our whole province has a weather alert going on. With a sigh…

There is something awesome about your madness. Your poetry is one aspect. Not just the quantity, but the quality. Hope your day went well, even if it is raining. Been a lovely day here. Sweet dreams

March 28, 2005

28th Day? How could it be ugly? Put it up there in *** LIGHTS!*** Let it rain on: you`re doin` OK!

Did you ever see 28 Days with Sandra Bullock? I thought it was a great movie. Good luck!

March 28, 2005

very good on day 28th if it was me i would have eaten everything in sight or hurt someone seriously by now but it looks like im heading down the same road soon …so look out.. i will be the one rolling that patch and trying to smoke it…lol

March 28, 2005

Beaut whitters. Congrats on 28 days clear! Hugs,

Please excuse my OD speed-reading — I’ve not read the whitters as I’m not far from bed — but I wanted you to know how great it is to see you recognizing the “subtle” benefits of being smoke-free (i.e., I don’t have to stand around in inclement weather just to feed the addiction). I’m SO happy for you!

*hugs*

Congratulations on your strength and resolution. Way to go!! Send us some of that rain- I almost forget what the word means.

That last whitter has me almost seeing those young people creating themselves on those walls. Lovely! And even lovelier – you have reached day 28! Here’s to many more rotations of the moon past your smoke-free self. (And I’m with esperanta, though living a few hundred kilometres east of her – rain? Oh yes, please – send rain! We’ve had no substantial rainfall since Feb 3)