Citing fate and destiny is for the weak and the meek, the ones seeking absolution for their own actions. “It was or wasn’t meant to be” only occurs in the rarest of cases – most of the time, life has nothing to do with fate but with the choices we decide to make.
“Whatever choice you make, makes you. Choose wisely.”
For the last time, thanks a bunch to Jennifer for inviting me to do this. I had so much fun with this challenge…and this last day of it, with something written while shrouded in alcohol fumes was the funnest of the lot. What do you mean funnest isn’t a word?? It is now! Today, I went with Oscar Wilde again – not imaginative I know – but this is my favourite quote of all time. In fact, this quote has been my Facebook cover on and off over the years. But I’m going to stop rambling and get on with it. So, without further ado…
The poem: Secret Stars
Ghastly humanity haunting gutters snivelling snakes bearing sordid scars fetid fangs seeking filthy sewers so few see the sky-soaring secret stars
Thanks again to Jennifer for nominating me to do this. I find that I really “let go” with these challenges, they are (in a way) drafts, just me scribbling, playing around with words, tasting the words I should say, because that’s what I feel I have been doing, with this one especially. Hence, none of it is to be taken seriously, I’m just having fun.
The poem: Disencumbered Desire
Unsatiated desire unstilted attire flick of a finger, lick and linger
Leaning in lenient languorously fanning the flames
I must thank the lovely Jennifer who challenged me yesterday to do this. I have been swamped by challenges in recent weeks and I must say, to my great shame, that I’ve hardly done any of them. To all the people who were good enough to think of me, please forgive me, I greatly appreciate all of you but there hasn’t been enough hours in the day. Shameful and shameless apologies done, now I must ask you to please check out Jennifer’s poetry if you haven’t done so already, it will be worth your while, I promise.
The poem: Tongue-tied
Eyes glued to the road fractured, febrile thoughts bracing myself for the call
The only way to tell that summer is truly on its way round my neck of the woods is to keep an eye out for the neighbour’s stone dogs. When the caps and sunglasses appear, you know you’ve truly made it through another winter.
As you can see, the dogs were not yet prepared for summer a few weeks ago.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
It’s funny (or prescient) that on Friday I was reminiscing about last year’s Paris trip – because that very same night, Sweet Boy suggested a day trip there for my birthday. Well, not on my actual birthday but that same week. Providing he can get the time off work as well. But still, I may just be seeing the city of light again very soon.
A day wandering across this unique city soaking up the atmosphere is just what I need to replenish my French soul. A few more photographs out of the hundreds I took last year is in order. And a couple of quotes too.
“He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.
Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.
Nothing is more sublime.”
― Victor Hugo
“I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris for a while.”
― Amy Thomas
“The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald