let us live…and love…

Come…let us live and love,
nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again
but when our light has sunk into the earth,
it is gone forever.
Give me a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, another thousand,
another hundred
and in one breath
still kiss another thousand,
another hundred.
O then with lips and bodies joined
many deep thousands;
confuse
their number,
so that poor fools and cuckolds  (envious
even now)  shall never
learn our wealth and curse us
with their
evil eyes.

from Catullus
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Pondering life as it is, marriage, and aging ever so slowly…

We are love
and conversation
and truth.

We find those little ways to speak to each other
to say even with subtle gestures
what the other already knows.

A spark, even after twenty years, that, too,
makes life anew, sensual,
sexual in strange ways

the light in the morning
on pale skin…
a laugh and low talking.

Then coffee.

I many times find it hard to believe
the wedding day wasn’t yesterday.
Yet I feel the sting of so many washed up years…

many good but washed with bleach
pale…
soft and gentle and there
full of wishes and dreams that are yet to come.

Is it too late to feel renewed, rejuvenated?

Feeling this makes a mid-aged life fresh and livable.
Full of desire and bright light and fresh green trees
like the ones trying to spark in spring
in the yard
beyond the mulch and parked cars

where the lawn keepers parked their lawn mowers.

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4/22/13

This Wit has been down for a bit, literally, in more ways than one…but my esteem  is coming back, and hopefully some “witicisms” along with it. Business with life sometimes

squashes inspiration, or, when one is more inclined, it actually does the opposite, and, so

I am trying.

 

A flower is only as pretty as its petals…

Nobody sees a flower–really–it is so small it takes time–we haven’t time–and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time. ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

Clocks…

Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day. ~ Polish Proverb

Clocks slay time…time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~ ~William Faulkner

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
~John Archibald

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. ~Henry David Thoreau

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. ~Dion Boucicault

Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits.
~unknown

Time is the fire in which we burn. ~ Delmore Schwartz

Dance in the rain…

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.
~unknown~