like a fish  

slightly_sexy8 39F
361 posts
1/29/2006 9:16 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

like a fish



i started out quite happy this evening. it's been a busy week; fighting off a cold and sore throat and i know i have worked far too much. but today i was free from thinking about work and out, about and relaxing. it's late, i'm tired and going to bed but i don't feel all that happy now. i feel unsettled and unsure. i know that i will feel more normal in the morning, but tonight my feelings were hurt. i hate this sensation, this feeling sensitive. i avoid these sorts of feelings and also sometimes the people who make me feel them. but that's wrong too. why should i avoid a feeling? how can i feel so confident in so many situations and feel so lost in others?
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The Song of the Wandering Angus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

by William Butler Yeats
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behind everything i love there is a story. like poetry. like this poem above; a simple line of which is quoted in a movie i like very much - 'the bridges of madison county". i've never read the book by robert waller, but i know i should. it was on the best seller list for 3 years. i will read it. and soon.

in yeats notebook, dated 1893, he says this poem came about after talking to man out cutting his hedge one morning. the man told him a story about one morning he was out by the hedge and "he saw a girl out picking nuts, with her hair hanging down over her shoulders; brown hair; and a good clean face; she was tall, wearing nothing on her head and wearing a simple dress. when she saw him there she gathered herself up and was gone as if the earth had swallowed her up." He followed her, and looked for her but he never did see her again.

i wonder if people actually realise how they can affect another persons life, a whole lifetime, just by simply passing through.
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like a fish, tonight i feel caught on a hook and flapping around out of water.

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Image - Henri Matisse. Red Fish and a Sculpture.



ChrisDL 48M

1/29/2006 10:17 am

Today I have a twenty minute presentation to about 175 people without any real problem and could have probably done another twenty minutes or so, yet if I met you face to face I would probably dry up in less than ten minutes.

We react to different things in different ways - which I didn't and that I could take the confidence which I have for speaking in public to other places, but I can't...


rm_PurryKitty2 49M/51F
9753 posts
1/29/2006 12:34 pm

This had certainly made me wonder how many lives I have touched just by passing through.

Purry {=}

Purry


Erik_Bloodaxe 58M

1/29/2006 4:04 pm

There is nothing wrong with being sensitive. Some people find it an alluring quality


top_geezer3 35M
2 posts
2/4/2006 11:58 am

hey read your blog. dont ever let things get you down. just wondering what was bothering you so much????????


slightly_sexy8 39F
314 posts
2/5/2006 1:04 pm

thanks for leaving comments. i dont know what bothers me sometimes. im sure i must not be the only one.


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