She stirred it.
d smith kaich jones, in lower case whispers, in truth and mirrors:
“there are days I don’t write because (very small voice)
sometimes I don’t believe“
It begins innocuously.
It builds surreptitiously.
It ends perniciously.
A slow drip from a leaky faucet.
A Drip. Drip. Drip.
The Drops splash on cool stainless steel.
From Drops. To Rain. To Tsunami.
Now Paralyzed by its immensity,
you stare at the blinking cursor,
and find Yves Klein‘s deep deep blue of emptiness.
The Sails lie flat,
the Ship is adrift.
You wait for tailwinds.
You Wait, for Words.
Image: Cloudair (Dead calm, Atlantic Ocean, Canary Islands)
Yes. This is the reason. I wait to write until my faith returns.
And, it will come…
The Sails lay flat,
the Ship is adrift??? I have to assume that yesterday the sails lay flat and today the ship is adrift. If the sails are flat right now, it should be: The Sails lie flat,
the Ship is adrift.
Yes. Yes. Thank you. Remediated as directed. Appreciate your guidance Anneli.
Oh, did YOU write it? I looked for an author of this part and didn’t see it. Sorry to have criticized you publicly in that case. Apologies.
I am grateful for the help. Very much so. Thank you.
I would definitely have been more tactful had I known, but you see, I thought it was some famous author [maybe I was right on that – 😉 ]
Oh boy! Smiling.
And then there are times…the tidal wave of words. ☺
Yes, Van, there are those times…magic carpet ride.
and then, out of nowhere, the wind changes
Exactly….
You’re lucky David. You don’t need to wait for words. And always seem to have some tailwind…often gale strength, sometimes a light breeze. But it’s there.
Now, these words, your words, are beautiful. Thank you Helen.
I too was unsure who wrote this. Now that I know it was you, I have to admit sometimes I have marveled at how you…and others write daily. Sometimes even more than once. I wish I had the talent to come up with a concise statement for the day, whether it be my own or a share from someone I admire and appreciate. And always…a beautiful view to go with the thought. It takes work…and it is appreciated.
Thank you for the kind words Mrs. P. Very much appreciated.
So true.
I enjoyed every drop. Thank you!
and sometimes….you just jump in.
I know the feeling, but could never have expressed it as beautifully and simply as you did
Thank you Jim.