Cloudy Moon, Cloudy Sun : Day 87 #100daysofwriting

Last night I looked at the sky, as lightening flashed and saw the moon mostly hidden by clouds. I felt like I was in a werewolf movie. It's amazing how a cloud covered moon creates an air of supernatural danger.

That might sound like a tired cliche but wait.

When ever a see the sun covered by clouds, and I mean the sunbeaming backlit kind, not the cold grey hidden  Sun. I think of Jesus ascending to heaven. My granny had a Bible story book with the exact scene depicted.

Anyway, I was just struck by the similarity but opposite connotations.

Reflecting on my past : Day 85 #100daysofwriting

Once upon a time, ten years ago, I worked shifts in a retail store. One week early, one week late. It was a fun time of life. 

At that time I was dating a professional skateboarder-slash-model with a flexible schedule. He used to say that he loved how I always had my beach umbrella in the boot. I remember working a late shift with sea sand in my ears because I'd rolled into work straight from the beach.

How is it that I earned so little and worked so much, yet I was so happy. Have I forgotten something? Was it all that sunshine? The boy? Or the utter lack of serious responsibility?

I sometimes hanker for those store days. Where I'd hang out with my friends while we folded shirts with military precision. Chatting up customers (that's actually how I met the skater) and competing for sales. Merchandising clothes.

Strange how I now choose and develop stock for those stores now. I've been with the company for 11.5 years already. Can you even believe that?

Back to care free and happy. I think it's the sunshine... I need more beach this summer...

Golden : Day 73 #100daysofwriting

Gold is the summer
Slowly oozing back.
Gold
Fine hairs on my arms
Standing to attention
When gold is hidden by cloud.
Gold rings glint
On searching fingers
Neither promising
Nor committing
Symbol of stolen hedonism.
Gold
The glaze of bread
The drink that froths
Forbidden fruits
On golden afternoons.
And you
My elusive golden boy.

Sunny Skin : Day 52 #100daysofwriting

Skin
Scented with sun
And honey
Radiating
A second hand warmth
Stolen
While watching cloud
On a winter afternoon
Laughing bellies
Pressed to the earth
As we lazily sipped tea
Flip flopping
On to our backs
To scan the sky
Dragons lurk in vaporous cloud
Alligators snapping
Morphing
As the storm rolls in
Night falls
With bone crunching cold
Sunlight scent still on our skin

Hold On Tight : Day 23 #100daysofwriting

We rode
With the wind
Clinging
No extra gloves
My fingers frozen
I held on
I was safe

We rode
To the beach
Laughing
Lying on sand
My skin thawed
I let go
We weren't safe

I loved you
So much that day
But I knew
I knew
It had to end
Still now
I long for that day.

Hunting The Moon : Day 11 #100daysofwriting

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

hood up
hands tucked
into the hoody
that smells of you
toes curl
in new cowboy boots

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

the Khoi believe
Sun hacks away at Moon
leaving just His backbone
Moon is reborn tonight
I am reborn tonight

I climbed out of the window
to find my way

face up
knees tucked
into the hoody
that smells of us
toes tap
in new cowboy boots

I climbed out of the window
to find my way

the Khoi believe
Girl threw ashes to heaven
creating the Milky Way
stars show the way
I see the way

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

A pause before waking - Day 10 #100daysofwriting

I float
In limbo
Between waking
And dream
Pulled back
By sound
That smell
Does the sun have a smell?
Summer time skin
Dry mouth
I crunch
The sleep from my eyes
Breaking the spell
Limbs stretch
Hands fumble
Time
Have I wasted
A chunk of day
An opportunity
Am I late
Lazy
Sleep crunches
Skin itches
Limbs stretch
Reality seeps
Dreams confuse.

Sunsoaked #100creativedays Day 81

I got home from pricing cameras and found Arizona stretched out in a sunny spot on the couch. I snugged up next to her and showered her warm fur with kisses. Not sure if it was the kisses, the selfies or just me hogging the couch, but she's run off and I've claimed her spot.

So blissful. I'm having fantasies of installing heat lamps above my bed for night time replication of this feeling. I feel so content.

Days full of bitter sweet contrasts. Feeling love at your finger tips, but also the ache of love lost. Sunshine in winter...

I've mentioned my obsession with Rod McKuen? His poetry is full of sun, love and nostalgia. I think of his work on days like this. I grab my worn volume of poetry and read his beautiful words.

Maybe I need to snooze here...

 

Sunny Winter Day #100creativedays Day 67

"Tree
Sun
Dappled shade
Eyes shut tight
Against the light

Bird
Cat
Crackling shriek
Ears shut tight
Against the fight"

Sharon Paine 28.06.14

I think this could be worked on.

I pottered around in my balcony garden today with good results. I should have snapped a photo. I love how gardening makes me feel and should maintain my plants more lovingly. Arizona helped out and left perfect muddy foot prints across my white sheets... How can I be cross? She is so cute!

Xxx