Sunday, September 25, 2011

How We Are These Days


A few weeks back Tess posted a picture that featured a red umbrella. This picture of a woman in the rain that Tess has posted seems to tie to that one. I immediately knew I would speak from the avian perspective. For links to the offerings of my talented friends I invite you to go to Magpie Tales, Mag 84. You can do so by clicking on this link if you don't already have another easy way.

I live my life in many worlds. The world of dream and fantasy is near to me and my path meanders there. The world of magic calls to me from somewhere inside the boundaries of my person. Sometimes I am sure I can evoke a glamour. I am an engineer and technician by training and career, as well as a psychologist and philosopher by education and experience. I live with the Denisovans and with the Neanderthal genes within me (2-1/2% I am lately told) and also in the playgrounds of bosons and fermions and the quarks beneath. Just this week I traveled 20 parts in a million times faster than the speed of light with neutrinos, and did so 15000 times. That's a big but preliminary announcement coming from Italian researchers connected with CERN. I travel to the limits of things and ponder the dark matter and dark energy there (and here) that is 95% of everything. I live alone, though a cat visits me daily. Most days I meet with a varying crowd of people in a venue where we often share intimacies we would not tell our families. On the down side, I know the people who support me medically rather too well and I have very little reason to visit with my bankers. Oh yes, and you are in my life.

How We Are These Days

You speak of leaving
behind the red umbrella
I gave you last year.
You show me your form
beneath the rainy cling
of your thinning garb.

You seem to wear less
these days as if pressed to strip -
as if the global
warming was a fact
and current or else as if
you have those flashes.

I am better by
your side in a smaller shape,
your crow familiar.

written today, September 25, 2011 9:51 AM

29 comments:

  1. My mind is stucked on the thought of meeting with people to share things you dont wanna tell your families... Curious, what are those? LOL! :-)

    Nice follow up poem to the red umbrella...

    JJRod'z

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  2. You're picking up my vibe, Chris...wonderful last stanza...

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  3. Global warming been said to be just a myth but is it?

    Hank

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  4. I love this. I love crows, yet, couldn't do it justice as you have, here.

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  5. wearing less
    to impress, maybe,

    red umbrella imagery is fun.

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  6. A witch is lost without her familiar. I know this first hand!

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  7. I like how you brought the flash in. (And we'll see about those neutrinos!)

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  8. i love the images you've portrayed in this

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  9. Exquisite and witty. that vixen in black haunts...xxxj

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  10. Love it! Thank you for sharing!!!!

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  11. Interesting.
    I'm pondering.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  12. 'your crow familiar'

    I love this!! The breaking, the execution you have with your words.

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  13. Thank you all. Sometimes the flow is easy, sometimes not. Today's poem happened with little effort. I had real inspiration from magpie.

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  14. Less is sometimes more naked than nude, but this poem is draped with decorum.

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  15. Wonderful last stanza indeed.

    Anna :o]

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  16. it was easy to be inspired by this picture...perhaps the burden to cover is far less, nice play on familiar with that...

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  17. LOLOL. I love the twists and turns of a creative heart, such as yours. Cheers

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  18. ah...a nash of magical this morning
    yum

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  19. 'I am better by your side' .... glad you are in OUR lives.

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  20. You are all very kind to a broke down old crow :) Not too sure how useful a familiar I am to this vixen. She tolerates me, I think.

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  21. whatever else you are, Christopher, you are a poet.

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  22. Again, sadly, I tried to get around as much as possible Sunday. I visited some of you. I feel I am surrounded by creative people. I wish I could do the rest of you justice. I spent all my creative energy today designing a conveyor for one of the oven lines here at the bakery.

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  23. Confess I was so taken with looking up things (Denisovans? really?)in your little self-description that the poem kind of passed me by
    thanks for sharing
    martine

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  24. I assume according to the recent discoveries that my European ancestry leads to 4-5% Neanderthal in the way back. That's actually quite a bit, considering how long ago.

    The Denisovans http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denisova_hominin
    are a southeast asia interbreeding archaic human, closer to Neanderthal than to Homo Sapien but still distinct and widespread apparently 40,000 years ago found it seems widely in asia.

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  25. The rain exposes more than a figure; a soul or two perhaps.
    rel

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  26. Interesting connection to the red umbrella image! The witch/familiar prompt was hard to resist this week!

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  27. But why would you want to resist?

    I particularly like the witchy world of weird.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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