Plate
On our table that morning,
A vessel for dark sweet cherries.
That afternoon, for bread; oil dipped and
Delivered mouth to mouth like a benediction.
That evening, slammed down empty.
Not thrown - not quite, but almost.
Tonight now, it rests on the shelf
Like a pale moon, a memory of sun
And on the new morning, flowers.
Sad flowers will come.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Dream a little dream...
I read something today that said we spend one third of our lives asleep. At first this seemed a terrible waste of time, but then I pondered the dreams I've had and how exciting they were. I have to say I've enjoyed some of my dreams more than I've enjoyed the waking day that followed them. It makes me sorry that I remember so few now that the alarm clock rudely disturbs them - it makes me wonder what I've missed. Imagine if everytime you went on holiday, the entire memory was wiped on the plane journey home.
On asking my friends and aquaintances, I discovered that many of them are in bed by ten, or even nine o'clock, whereas I am rarely in bed before two am. This gives me roughly four hours more awake time than them, or more than a whole day in every week! What do I do with this time? Sometimes the strangest things, and sometimes I see or hear the strangest things:
I read something today that said we spend one third of our lives asleep. At first this seemed a terrible waste of time, but then I pondered the dreams I've had and how exciting they were. I have to say I've enjoyed some of my dreams more than I've enjoyed the waking day that followed them. It makes me sorry that I remember so few now that the alarm clock rudely disturbs them - it makes me wonder what I've missed. Imagine if everytime you went on holiday, the entire memory was wiped on the plane journey home.
On asking my friends and aquaintances, I discovered that many of them are in bed by ten, or even nine o'clock, whereas I am rarely in bed before two am. This gives me roughly four hours more awake time than them, or more than a whole day in every week! What do I do with this time? Sometimes the strangest things, and sometimes I see or hear the strangest things:
- a family of foxes sprawled on the lawn
- The first snow of the season in the empty streets
- a trio of what I still think were UFOs gliding unnoticed by
- a meteor shower
- a frog screaming like a little girl when I took it from the cat
- a boy running over my car from boot to bonnet
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