Rations Continue

I see my faithful followers are still trekking to my little corner of Blogland, bearing gifts of kind wishes. What a staunch bunch! Forgive me for not doing my usual, individual replies and thanks to each and every one of you, but take it as read ( what kind of pun is that?) my grateful vibes are winging through the ether with love 'n' hugs ( if you're a huggy sort of person who doesn't shy away from close contact of the huggy bear kind). Must admit, once upon a time, I was just such a don't-invade-my-space, toffee nose gal, but somewhere along the way, I've changed into a definite hugger - trees probably included.

My first Blogland stop today was the POTD on Authorblog ( always a good place to begin) and I sidetracked to read Fireblossom's 'Love Poem', mentioned therein. I'd have been tempted to call it alternative love poem, as it was primarily the loved and lost type. But not all love stories are necessarily happy ever after, as we probably all know only too well.

I remember going to a party in my teens, bubbling with joy that my companion for the evening was a boy I had an almighty crush on. The venue was a large house and garden about a twenty minute walk away from where I lived, and as it was summertime, the garden was as crowded as the inside.

Somewhen during the evening, as the Trad Jazz music from the house was turned down from deafening to a loud roar, I was waiting in the garden for my 'date' to bring out an iced drink, when one of our mutual friends came up to me, not for a simple exchange of party chat, but to give me fair warning that the boy I'd arrived with was now inside, chatting up another girl for all he was worth. I can still remember the churning insides and sense of betrayal. So Fireblossom's poem really struck a chord, and sent me ferreting around to find one of my similar outpourings.

Doubt

Consciousness.
Realisation of a new day unfolds.
As a flower involuntarily opens
to the heat of the sun,
so my mind opens to the warmth of love,
basking.

But this morning, that first sunburst
is overwhelmed by a blizzard of doubt
that follows in its wake
and grips my heart with ice.

A gaping crevasse is waiting to engulf
the avalanche of my dreams
as they tumble ever closer
to its insidious brink.

PS Have just discovered I have been awarded a slimy, Zombie Chichen eyeball by, appropriately enough, the God Of Another World. How fortuitous is that? Unfortunately there was no mention of the eye lid, which is the real culprit. Oh well, an extra eye is aways handy - maybe for the back of the head... If there are those amongst you would wish to acquire same, feel free to consider yourselves so endowed.