Half stub of
mouse on the doormat this morning. More description, though I do a poetic job
of it, is rejected: sometimes, even poetry must be on a need to know basis.
What remains is placed under the garden hedge with the usual country wisdom: You
are part of the earth now, little mouse, and probably part of the cat.
Everything comes back to the earth.
To make the best
of this experience we are having, being sentient individuals, Mr and me and Dog
make a brisk morning walk. A gentle run simmers up, and then we get home to
work out arms with weights and then we go back outside to run through our Tae
Kwon-Do patterns. The Nextdoor Chickens cluck at our kihaps, and a neighbour
waves as she walks up to the village. Clarice plays cards every Thursday with
two friends, 'For the company, dear, not for money.'
I like her
ethic.
Old Poet Larkin
preferred misery to daffodils, but I side with Wordsworth on that: the cyclical
nature of renewal and the beauty of the unrepeatable moment is my inspiration.
But I agree with the grumpy one on this:
'What will
survive of us is love.'
Comments
Thank you for visiting my blog.
A brisk walk and some weight training is fine (and possible even in Berlin - though there it is more often a brisk walk through a park)
Merci.
Thank you Medeia :-) The rose was a table decoration from a family wedding.
Hello Suze- I've been busy mostly with Tae Kwon-Do stuff- am launching into publishing a TKD book and applying to do my Second Dan. Partly it's too much and partly I love the challenge: and the love of challenge wins :-)
Brigitta- I think of Larkin like a dear old grouch of a relative: am glad other people remember him too! My son is on his way home tonight from a school trip to Berlin, so I am about to learn a lot about that city :-)
Heather- Merci :-) I have managed to get some haiku together now, meanwhile I'm mosst pleased you liked what you found.