I want to hear wind and the rustle of leaves. I don’t want the sun but rather the greyness of rain. I want to hear my thoughts and the sound of my tires on asphalt and the distant laughter of children. I want the time and the silence to remember who loved me. I want my memories to tickle me like the soft lofty cry of a gull. I want what I smell to fill me to the very rim of my senses and the river beside me to flow like words on paper made into song. I want the poetry of my youth to land in my soul the way dusk lands on my sight and delights me. I am alive on a day that is haunting and soft. I have stopped to feel, to delight in the flowers. Within the depth and the beauty of day, I stop.
Archives for February 2020
I haven’t written a blog in so long and of course it’s about time but I also feel more relaxed lately and I’ve committed myself to finding the time. But the question of course is what do I write about? I could tell you how I feel about Donald Trump’s acquittal but best not to go there I would assume, not when the world has become so fractured and angry, not when all the people who won are no longer the winners and all those weak minded, zero conscious and selfish people in the Senate Republican party don’t really look at themselves in the mirror and see themselves for the traitors they are, for the weaklings they are. Well far be it from me to rant about that, history will show them up some day. I can just see the Headlines: And you thought Watergate was the biggest cover up?
So, speaking of corruption and getting away with something heinous, I’ll tell you about the newest book I’m writing. It’s a murder mystery but I’m doubting it will end with justice. The character murdered was not a likable guy but is that reason not to solve a thirty-year-old crime and bring to the victim the justice the bastard was due? No, of course not. Our country is based on doing the right thing, on values of honesty and justice. The American people are usually smart enough to spot a liar. The American people are fighting now for the values we lost over the last few weeks. I never knew that one day I’d miss President Reagan, but Reagan had character. I miss character in the White House.
There I go again. I really want to tell you about the book I’m writing. It’s really about a family with secrets. I know it’s all been done before, but these secrets will expose the killer eventually. Very difficult thing to do, write a murder mystery. Tie all the loose ends up and bring closure.
Closure? Now that’s an interesting concept. Just because Trump was acquitted does that mean we all have closure and we can go on our political ways, bending this way or that, voting for someone who can beat him or voting for the best man or woman? I have no closure; I have anger and I hope a lot of other people do too. I hope there is anger enough out there to restore dignity, to value character and to seek justice. Is my justice the same as yours? Well, it you strip away blindness and selfish motives I think you’ll find that justice to some is the ultimate and to others it’s the prevailing lie.
There I go again, about my book. It is about justice that might never happen, secrets that might or might not be revealed and consequences that are abandoned by man and God to serve the unjust, the corrupt and the self-serving. There I go again, my book my book is coming along is what I meant to say……