The swan song

300 Words a Day Entry thirteen The swan song

 

This is me, sitting here and listening to the geese call in the steel gray morning sky, pajama clad and coffee drinking and lamenting the dirty dishes and the words I have to write and the future I have always been able to predict, and standing here at the window, this is me, listening to the crow call in the front yard, watching the fire maple majestic littering the ground, the coldest October, giving into the rain, the fire leaves litter the wet sidewalk, it is beautiful — we are in mourning.

This is me in the afternoon, sun soaked and watching the cat sleep, puffball paws, clawless and waiting on the clock tower, stretching, both of us, towards heaven. There were imaginary times when things were perfect, I reminisce, I am nostalgic — imaginary times are hard to forget. I write them down.

At twilight I have found a small rowboat, gray and tied to the dock, I threw the rope into the bottom and cast off into the water, it is glass, the ripples my hand makes shocking, waiting, drifting, the pink of the clouds mirrored bits of heron float by.

This is me at midnight…I am a ghost who hears the living, fractured musical divine.

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  1. #1 by Rachel on October 10, 2009 - 10:45 am

    Imaginary times are hard to forget and perfect. I could see this all so clearly. Imaginary or real? Doesn’t matter. It’s perfect.

  2. #2 by aleaorr on October 10, 2009 - 11:06 am

    Thanks Rachel! There are some parts I will probably edit out…it’s currently rough draft, but I like that part too and it will most likely make the cut…!!!

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