Absolutely Spectacular

 Day two. 

The Gods must look down kindly upon us. No rain and a spectacularly sunny day. There was a not too wild of a wind. Yes, awesome day, even though we started it a little late.

Will have to update tomorrow. Too  tired and sleepy, dear blog. Meanwhile, I started a poem as we drove this morning. Remember only parts of it. Addressed to my muse. Created in my mind like a guardian angel, and a well wishing friend. Can’t believe I’m not carrying any of my notebooks with me. But here goes. 

First draft, from memory:

Where were you? 

Where were you, when I was being treated with unkindness?  

When I tried, but the words had dried. 

When all I needed was a glance of approval. 

Now you are here, and I write again.  

All those finer points, that so endear me to you?

And you to me,

They percolate down and disperse,

Taking up all the spaces in my heart. 

That’s needed I think, else where could I rest easy,

Whence weary from a day’s toil, 

I reach inwards, and see a house full

Of all the good emotions, the feelings

That include pleasure and Pain

That proclaims, 

I am alive. 

Veenu Banga

11:46 pm

April 19th 2025.