Wind

  • It's been a windy day. A windy-ass day, if I may. A constant surge of the stuff. Just continual, on-going blowing. The leaves of the trees will not shut up, and my hair is made of so many fly-aways. I see my face now in the reflection of the laptop's screen as I sit outside typing this ditty out. I also see the reflection of the sky behind waving arms of leafy branches, as if the trees dance to the unheard music of the steady gust. The music becomes the whisshhhh.... Forever, as far as I'm concerned. That's all I hear. Anyway, it's been a strange-ass day. I spent the day with my mother and her friend, Tina. I believe my mother fancies Tina's husband, but that's another story. We went to brunch at Mimi's in Parker. We each paid for our own meal. They had bloody mary's, I had iced tea. After that we went and saw EAT PRAY LOVE. I hesitate to say it was dreadful. It wasn't awful, not terrible or anything. Just a chick flick, totally. But there were alright thoughts scattered randomly throughout, touching moments, my mom cried at least. I find myself giving myself up for the sake of the others around me. I am the accompaniment. I enjoy myself, even though the activity is not one I would do if I were alone. Just a day with Mom. Nothing wrong with that. A dragonfly just attempted to fly up around my porch, but he got caught by some wind and blown out towards the street. I realize this isn't even a poem, but a string of random thoughts made to resemble a poem. My life is not a poem, it only resembles one. Someone has once said to me, "the appearance IS the object!" If that is true, then this IS a poem, and my life IS a poem. The greatness of the poem, is as always, debatable. Just this particular one, I'd say, is fairly shabby. What am I saying? I am saying nothing. I am just saying. Leave me alone why dontcha. The day just rolls along... Time, time, time, time... My mom is a chatterbox. The wind has still not let up and shows no signs of doing so.
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