Mood:  happy

THE PERFECT LOVER

The good you do me, love,

is being like no other I ever dreamed of,

so real, all others were dreams of you. 

Beauty, reality, the sex we desire

become unlike in our mating bodies

what they were, and seem to be

creative by their accord, as are the parts of nature

when they marry and make in delight

-fire, or flowers. 

We love, but do not understand how our meeting

is privileged and more perfect

than any fact, of love  or trade.

MOON

Sitting in the branches

of trees at midnight,

I drink moonlight. 

When the sky is brilliant

I sit in the branches

and drink deep 

Moonlight is too strong for me;

I mingle it with the waters

of separate stars, 

I mingle it with the stars

in the bowl of night,

and drink deep. 

THE BREAKING HAIL 

Sharp snow falling;

my heart's torn with strange desire,

wild leaping of love out of memory

into new countries of snowy silence. 

The hail rattles on the pane,

breaking the blood vessels

from their crystal moorings,

I am drifting to the laughing sound of the hail. 

AS THE MIND, THE TOY OF REASON 

As mind, the toy of reason,

complicates the infirmities of middle age,

so the figurative chaos of multiplicity

is charged with patterns, of things,

utilities, money values

-those irrelevant inventions

to a properly feeding organism,

shovels to feed, crates to take the air in.

But beyond the prisms of mind, where the greedy

intellect never reaches,

colors gleam and flare, coruscate like the great aurora,

with a passion of life,

a passion of pure existence. 

~Louis Dudek 

(ooopsie...this book is WAY overdue at the library)

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Speaking of toying with reason....the crew at work got me good yesterday.

We were 'called down' to the production room, and I ususpectantly complied of course, when I walked in there was a cake on a table, and they were telling me to hurry up and blow out the candle because it was going to go out, but it looked kind of funny from the moment I walked through the door. 

As I got closer and saw what was actually on the cake in lieu of a candle, I swatted a co-worker Ann, saying "that's you!" she maintained her innocence saying it was actually the editor's idea, asking, "didn't you hear him giggling down here?"

To which I replied that I hear him giggling all the time in his office....lol which raised a few eyebrows.

So the candle was actually a tampon, and they had lit the string of course. I thought it was freaking hillarious!  Then they stuck the slightly burnt tampon back into its wrapper and back in an absent Kathy's desk drawer.

Bunch of dorks!

Then I went back up the stairs to put the dishes into the sink and when I got back into the newsroom there was a gift on my desk from my fellow reporter and my editor. (wrapped in newspaper of course)

They did it all yesterday because as an added gift, I was given today, my actually bday, the day off. 

It is my weekend to work however, but it's not a tough one...I'll be covering halloween shing-dings from one end of the county to the other.  I'll also be attempting to get a bit of live streaming for the website, so it should be fun.

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I think perhaps I will take the time to do a bit of painting or pastel work, and maybe a bit of scrapbooking today.

Ciao~