April 28th, 2009

KK with Kanji


  • 07:38 I don't know what's wrong with me...for almost a week, I've gotten tired and gone to sleep before 11.... #
  • 10:31 Wrote a Sessh/Adult Rin/Atae story for today's fluff...Play Monsters #
  • 11:18 And now, my 27th napwrimo poem: Watching in the Moonlight. #
  • 11:19 Nice, so now Mexico gets swine flu, an outbreak of a really nasty strain of Dengue, and a 6.0 earthquake....what's next? #
  • 11:49 @DelilahK March is some of the nicest time to be in New Orleans, too...or it used to be anyway.... #
  • 11:59 Ah, what a world. Now there are 4 or 5 folks in Idaho being investigated for swine flu. Getting close to home. #
  • 13:03 @fenrisfox Don't think it's as bad as Sars in mortality rate percentages, but even mild pandemic flu can cause large numbers of deaths. #
  • 18:23 WHO raised the pandemic alert from from 3 to 4. It's like watching a dark flower blooming.... #
  • 19:08 @innate_finality blahdy blah blah. Blee! #
  • 19:10 @Roxotaku I am not really thinking end of the world thoughts here....it's the social scientist in me fascinated by the spread and reaction #
  • 19:21 @Roxotaku Flu doesn't really contain easily. I'm hoping it's mostly mild like it's been in most of the stateside cases from here on out. #
  • 19:26 @Roxotaku I'm not really into doom, but the reality of situations like disasters do fascinate me... #
  • 19:33 @Roxotaku Altar with an A = sacred place Alter with an E, to change. #
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drabble fairy

Poem 28: Riverside in Spring

Not IK, but it is my 28th Napowrimo poem:

Riverside in Spring

Ah river,
heavy with spring runoff,
I watch you hurry down past this bridge,
over the sandbar that will soon be an island,
and think of change,
and the illusion of permanence.

A duck, surprised by my presence,
chooses not to land
and veers off,
and I wonder idly
what it would be like to come fishing here
when the water’s lower.
drabble fairy

Poem: The Seal Wife Ponders, Watching the Water (FINISHED!)

Well, I finally finished it to my satisfaction, at least for the moment.  Usually, the story is the selkie, or seal, or mermaid takes the token which her husband accidently lets fall in her hand and runs off back to the ocean and the ways of the fae folk.   This is going into a story I'm writing.  I may play with the scansion a little, though.  It's still not as smooth as I'd like.

She stood there in the morning,
she stood there near the sea,
watching as the waves washed in,
one and two and three,
and remembered there a different life,
that was so wild and free,
and thought about the life she lived
and how it came to be,
watching as the waves came in,
one and two and three.

She remembered the touch of sunlight
while she was in the sea,
and how she rode the waves out,
one and two and three,
and remembered the magic places,
so full of mystery,
and the secret songs she used to sing,
when she was wild and free,
but now she watches the waves roll in,
one and two and three.

Even now she feels it calling,
the deep and restless sea,
but she thinks about her children,
one, and two, and three,
and their eyes so like their father’s
untouched by mystery,
a good man who truly loves her –
Love holds her here, you see,
a prisoner to the waves roll in,
one and two and three.

She thinks of secret places
beneath the deep dark sea,
and the dear ones that she left behind,
one and two and three.
Her husband holds the token
that she knows would set her free,
but would she take and use it,
run off in mystery,
or stay and watch the waves roll in
one, and two and three?