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Wednesday, 24 June 2009
“Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.” - Seneca
The context of our existence changes our experience of the same stimuli. Sun warms, sun burns; flowers we can delight in or flowers can repel us; an odour attracts us and the same odour can seem noisome; an appealing pallor can become a loathsome sickliness… Our feelings colour the perception of our world and our emotions filter the impressions we process inside our head.
Yellow was the sun high up Warm the beams that gilded us. Yellow was the wheat that ripened On sun-drenched field. Yellow was the daisy Looking at the sun. Yellow was your hair Soft, sunlit and shining.
Yellow, burning orb The sun blazes, scorches. Yellow, the wheat that rots On yellow muddy soil. Yellow the daisy dried, singed By drought and unrelenting sun. Yellow your hair, fading, Now only a memory.
Yellow was the dress you wore, The muslin golden in the sunlight. Yellow were the sunflowers I gave you, each a shining sun. Yellow was the lemon That you picked, sweet-tasting. Yellow was the saffron That we dined on, exquisite.
Yellow, the tatters of your dress Rags, now in the wardrobe. Yellow, the pollen stains Of long-dead sunflowers. Yellow, the lemons Hanging, all unpicked, all bitter. Yellow, the saffron Now uneaten, ghastly.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
I sometimes get the impression that I am on a soapbox delivering a monologue, so your comments are welcome.