orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Saturday Slurry

cold damp and wet

but the air is filled with
new life
new plants unfolding
flowers in bloom
birds singing gay songs
in trees
and people on foot or
passing on the motorway
going somewhere
coming from something

the lake is her pale
palour self
reflecting the tone of
the moment
the underside of bright
uncertianty

the cats are curled and
sleeping
their furry chins resting
on folded paws
tails swept around them

the television plays to
a sleeping Lori

so much to do here
so tired again today
want to make coffee
but dont want to make
noise and wake her
sleep is a phantom to
her and elusive

just a slow feeling
day like the top of
the creek before going
under the bridge
on the street whose
name i forget now

swirling and turning
on its self before
running jumping through
the grade on the
other side

nap day
cool enough the heaters
are still on here
water from the great old
boiler stirring lifeblood
through the pipes
comfortable in here
and cozy

darker not that the leaves
are showing close to the
tall trees that grow up
on two sides of us

Sweetmans Garden is alive
and well Not bulldozed to
make way for progress with
the sale of rail lands to
developers One of the
few beautiful sites in the
city Weddings and services
of all kinds are held there
at dusk it is a wonderland
of colour and magic full
of bees and birds and flavour

I missed out on the meal
they had it was good
a freind said
i just didnt want to get wet
but i should have

i'll never learn

ha

this computer hums and
stirs its sound puts me
to sleep its hypnotic
the fan blowing now and
again like a car engine
with the electric fan

effecient
effective
energy reductive

rain still mists from the
great heights above us

i want to yawn
and curl myself up too
on the quilt

1:29 p.m. - 2008-05-31

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