Did you ever break
Something you could not lose,
Did you ever make
Something you could not use?
Do you know the frame
The one atop our hearth,
The one we left behind
When our ‘palace’ kissed the earth.
I saw it landing where
Our sisters’ dolls had wed,
That is where I want
My ashes to be spread.
You know, I heard their call
In every child’s cry.
Dug out of mud and rubble
In every golden eye,
Small hands and rainbow bubble.
And there it must still stand
Awaiting our return
For song to touch this land
May wheels of fortune turn.
Though they turn for me no more
Don’t weep my dear, so..
I found my comrades here
As every building fell,
Our helmets brought us near.
He who brings me back
Is my brother, same as you
If his helmet looks aworn
You must let him use our glue.
Our planes don’t need it now
I have them here with me,
They fly as good as new
And they have set me free.
I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory.
But, yesterday I think I filled in the blank with the first scene of a movie (that I haven’t watched fully yet, because it just stalled all thought right after act 1). There is a girl’s voice over in it trying to describe the memory of someone precious. The background in the scene is that of a cold, frozen landscape, chilling just to look at and a girl racing over frozen ground, bare feet, in a flight for life.
The girl whose voice we hear is wishing a meadow alive where winter never sets foot.
In her dream, I can see her tree and feel its shade. I almost wait for it to change colors in my reverie. This is the place in us that guards all memories that make us. Where she holds every memory of someone dear.
But it is the last line of this act that holds me, ‘And when I find myself, frozen, in the mud of the real-far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place and close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you.’
While I do go on about how not much is simple, the solace in the perfection of just knowing someone: that is simple. I don’t actually think that everything is complicated, I only think even achieving simplicity needs a complex path to have been traversed first and there are very few people who go through this distillation and form their soul’s pool again, drop by drop. Anyone who thinks they are simple at birth (or more likely, from) is delusional.
Therefore, it is natural that anyone who has met with true: disappointment, betrayal, accomplishments and losses sees the simple perfection of knowing some one and to find solace in that. Writer of such a beautifully simple line: take a bow.
The movie is Wind River.
And this is a short grook I wrote for the other “simple” people in my life who categorize my hard-earned simplicity as contrived complexity.
I thought I’d like the simple
The straight and the wholesome
Then I met your wife and you
I’d rather chew some gum – ID
Some days I just want to hide within me too. But I probably won’t look this good in black and white.
These are, what I believe to be the best images of birds I have taken, IN THE WILD. They are also, concomitantly, a collection of my most favorite birds till date. I have the year the photos were taken in the watermark, as I like to remember the chronology. Other details are in the caption.
(Title inspired by L.Cohen’s song)
These photos have three types of birds I have photographed:
There are parts of me that love you
There were parts that fell in love
There are parts of me forgotten
And parts that float above.
There are parts of me for others
Those parts for smores and mothers.
For every sole I conquered
There is a part, or so I trust
There are parts of me immortal
And parts that bit the dust.
There are parts of me amiss
Once deep and bright, of bliss
There ‘re some that hide beneath
A cold and bitter heath.
How I never saw them all,
Those flakes that catch my fall…
Until he came o’ wanderin’
One look that held my soul.
I’m done with all the tinquerin’,
Forgiven shards their toll.
I shattered a long time ago
Yet, to look in those eyes, I’m whole.
ID Sept 16th 2017, edited Dec 12th 2017, then again Jan 17th, Jan 22nd 2018
This poem inspired by a quote by Mhairi McFarlane, from a book I have not read, the quote is: “It’s pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was…not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.” – You had me at hello