Celebrate

Hardheads

I was told I must

celebrate

in some kind of obvious way,

because I prefer to hide in the wonder

of my life,

to stay quiet and even rather

still,

To drink the nectar

of solitude

instead of more company

than is good for me,

Cuckoo Flower

like too much wine

that would make me unrecognizable

to myself.

 

My thirst is for

the clarity of my thoughts,

the true rhythm of my heart,

and the wakefulness of my soul.

Although, in a way, I do seek

drunkenness, by

Heartease

overindulging in the softness

of my cats and their doggedness, too –

the same to be said about nature

as it intoxicates my life with meaning

and escape from meaning,

and the passions that make me teeter

on the edge of becoming unrecognizable

to everyone but myself.

 

 

‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.’  ~ William Blake

On my birthday I make a toast of blessings to you all!

And to

All Things That Matter Press

 who will be publishing the sequel to A House Near Luccoli:

To A Strange Somewhere Fled

Thank you, Deb and Phil, for the best birthday present!

The novel now has its own page on my website:

dmdenton-author-artist.com/to-a-strange-somewhere-fled

where you can read the opening pages.

Or go to its page on this blog.

Peace and love.

 

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