Feeling Blue

I'm feeling kind of down today, another of my best friends left town for a very long time, the second in three weeks. I am now thoroughly sick of missing people and at the moment I only see my loneliness increasing exponentially as the months pass by, so to celebrate my current glumness I am posting a picture I took a few months ago that perfectly suits my mood. I went to Portland, ME with my sister T (one of those who has recently abandoned me) and we went and drove along the coast outside of town just as the sun was setting, there was this little side street that we decided to explore and at the end was this magnificent beach, all the surfers (Surfers? In Maine?) were coming in out of the water, and everything was misty as the light was fading, it felt as if the whole world was blue. I loved the moodiness of the waves and the rock and the newly risen moon, and just about had an apoplexy when my camera batteries died right as I framed the perfect shot. AAAGGGHH, it was agony. I have since become incredibly OCD about charging the battery. I just want to swim in my melancholy today, but don't worry, I have plenty of projects to pull me out of the doldrums tomorrow!

Poetry

So I have been doing a lot of reading lately and as a consequence I have also been doing a lot of writing. I feel like whenever I immerse myself in good books I just itch to write, sometimes short stories, but this time I have been writing a lot of poetry (some of it typically horrendous) but I wanted to post one poem that I am actually somewhat happy with, I am still tweaking it but am posting the current working draft.

Elegy on a Lost Love

I will miss
The lissome whiteness of your thin fingers,
Your eyes
Which called to mind the Sapphire brilliance of a night sky,
Your soft strawberry hair
that never seemed to lay the way you wished.
I will miss your mouth,
With which I was so fascinated,
Thinned in anger or curled in a jovial smirk,
The laughter lurking in the corners of your eyes.
You have placed yourself beyond my reach, so irrevocably.
I will miss
The lost opportunities to smile when I hear your voice,
To gasp in false dismay at your latest shocking pronouncement,
To laugh at our constant misunderstandings,
But most of all I will miss
The way my heart leaped
And I came alive
When I knew you were near,
My love.

So there you have it, my literary attempt after having read The Painted Veil, and Cakes and Ale by W. Somerset Maugham and The Possessed by Dostoevsky, all books which I would recommend, but they have perhaps made me a touch maudlin of late.

Setting up a blog...

So being completely (well not completely, but very much) technologically stunted I got my sister to help me set up this blog, I wanted a place I could share those little works of art in everyday life that I find (or produce). Whether it is poetry, photography, painting, a fabulous outfit or a really spectacular meal I am constantly surrounded by the artistic and the sublime and sometimes you just need to talk about it. So here goes....