Meandering thoughts.

Beyond 1/2 open blinds

06:36 Sunday 24th March

Through half open plantation blinds sliced light falls over a couch,
spills onto a rug, there lighting the ebony coat of a snoozing dog
whose dual purpose as pet and foot warmer appreciated
more than he will ever know.
Beyond the blinds between part lit autumn glow gables
a lone crow sits atop its terracotta perch,
an aesthetic chimney rising above a poorly laid ridge,
this perhaps a "Monday job" where the weekend, although it seems it had not,
excesses still being endured by a drink blinded roofer whose only care was not to,
this typical of the less discerning tradesman whose mantra "I ain't gotta live here"
trotted out daily, loudly to any that would listen, though few cared to.

06:38

Restless, Max the owner of the ebony coat moves
allowing cold air to puddle around my exposed ankles,
this breaking my gaze and ending my words,
bringing me back to now and thoughts of today
and what that may bring, even if this subconsciously known,
with wake, rise, do, sleep being the bedrock of my life,
this played on repeat, endlessly, unless interrupted by unexpected surprises,
these though seldom if ever occurring, with the last remembered in April 2019,
when a younger sibling arrived bearing news, the saddest news, that mum had passed.
With that thought I too stir, rise from my chair and head to the kitchen.

06:40

Coffee.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

I remember really liking this. good write.

[Gee]

Apologies for missing your first comments. Thank you

[light and ashes]

no worries, at all..

[Bill MacEachern]

Gee, You certainly can write, as another said, the imagery you convey is beautiful.

[Gee]

Thank you Bill

[Bill MacEachern]

You’re welcome!

[Vol]

Gee,
Ah... The thing i look for and rarely find... genuine, rock-hard, intense IMAGERY. I've long said "the image IS the message," and you are a master. plantation blinds sliced light falls over a couch,
spills onto a rug, there lighting the ebony coat of a snoozing dog
whose dual purpose as pet and foot warmer appreciated
Vol

[Gee]

Good morning Vol, hope you are well.
Thanks for dropping by, so glad you enjoyed the read

[Twilight]

This one made me think of countryside mornings, and waking up there. It reads almost like a short story. It shows a brief insight into the reader's mindset, though very much just a snapshot of a moment in time. A time when her thoughts and feelings were as described.

[Gee]

Thank you sir

[light and ashes]

well written...I liked this. Mundane facets of the day, but you give it life.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly

[light and ashes]

No problem. I enjoyed it.

[Marie]

I love the title "Meandering Thoughts" as I envisage in my mind thoughts rolling softly on the waves of a little river as it cascades over small rocks on its way to the sea! Beautiful imagery therein! I am saddened to read of the untimely passing of your beloved Mum, dear Gee. Bless you both. My deepest sympathy, Gee. She is still with you, though in Spirit only now and one day in the distant future you will meet again. Your beautiful pets will bring you great comfort and they will listen intently when you speak to them about missing your lovely Mum or how you are having a bad day and they will be extra loving to help you over it. Sudden death is very difficult for those left behind, but it is comforting to know that our loved ones are happy and safely home in Spirit and pop in to visit us all the time. If you ask your Mum for a sign that she is safely home in Spirit and happy, she will give it to you, Gee. It may be a feather you find in a place where you know that a bird has never been in your home, a coin (be sure to look at the date it will be significant), a butterfly coming into your home to visit, a feeling of your Mum being with you. So many different signs, dear Gee. It is so sad that the very ordinary day you wrote about so deftly brought the saddest news possible and turned the day upside down and like me, Coffee to the rescue, it helps. Thank you for sharing this very poignant write so finely penned. Here if I can help in any way...

[Gee]

Thank you Marie

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Gee...

[Neville]

this is almost exactly how it happened to me four years ago this coming August .. with no warning whatsoever I went from being a son to an orphan .. and it still hurts like hell .. my condolences my friend.

[Gee]

Hmm, not a lot of thought is given to the adult orphan.
Was 4 years April just passed that mum went off to seek some well earned peace, 3 weeks to the day before my 58th birthday :)

[Gee]

Oops, thanks Neville

[Neville]

Shh .. it happens and way too often mate ..