Zero Spam & Poetry!

I’ve been very irregular with the blogging over the past couple of months and I don’t see that changing in the near future. That’s not to say I haven’t written stuff…I have, some, just nothing I would care to share with anyone and nothing that seems to resonate with my blog title at this time. And so I’ve hidden myself away from from the Blogosphere and buried myself in books (The Armand Gamache series by Louise Penny which has grown on me), and Midsomer Murders DVDs (an old favorite & highly recommended for fans of Brit Whodunits ). But here I am and what’s the first thing I see when I open my Dashboard – No Spam! You know something’s terribly wrong when even the Spammers leave! So consider this a desperate post from a stricken blogger, a frantic plea to all the spammers out there…do not abandon ship! Not yet! Never

I’ve always tried to be optimistic and look at the bright side and I think I do a fairly decent job of it for the most part. Lately that’s just become not so much more difficult as exhausting. That’s what I feel most of the time now…exhausted. Exhausted from the constant bickering at home over trivial issues, from watching the people I love fade away and worse become unrecognizable when all I can do is watch, from the incessant rains that hide the Sun for days on end (how I yearn for a glimpse of sunshine!). You guessed it…just a general atmosphere of doom & gloom that I can’t quite seem to shirk. What’s worse is, it isn’t a good time for Photography (not in this light or lack thereof!), and that’s really pissing me off! Not the best time for Happy thoughts eh? I enjoy my time alone with the camera…it’s become rather an obsession akin to meditation actually. Early mornings, sitting on the porch, lens in hand…Me and the birds. That’s Bliss You know how it is when you don’t start the day well don’t you? Everything sucks!  The only thought that keeps me going is that this is a phase (a familiar one too!), and that the only way left is up! There…managed to squeeze out the one Happy thought. Perhaps the tide is turning?

Yesterday, after a long time, a poem came to me. A Happy poem I mean. One that didn’t make me want to dismiss the words, into the dark corners of my brain and hope they’d forever vanish into that particular abyss! Like most Happy things these days it’s courtesy Ishaan , who always manages to be exasperating, annoying and uplifting, all at the same time! Although I don’t see why I should be surprised…he has an excellent teacher

So, this is me, trying once again to write myself into Happiness and what do you know…once again, seems to have worked For now. It seemed appropriate to call this one ‘Happiness’, but suggestions are welcome

Happiness

Head bowed and eyes shut,

Deeply I inhale the familiar fragrance.

Part honeysuckle, part coffee,

A little drool, part toffee!

It envelops and lingers,

Around the curves of my face.

Clings to the hollow in my throat,

A halo around my head,

And delves into the depths of my heart,

Settling there, its rightful home.

Warm, welcoming and human,

Made from dewy eyelashes and tousled hair,

From pixie ears and salty tears.

It is the scent of my flesh and of the earth,

Everlasting, ethereal, bewitching.

It is mine. My own scent of Happiness.

Head bowed and eyes shut,

Deeply I inhale the familiar fragrance!

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