Pausing on Norfolk Street

[vaneramos]

On the sanguine field of evening
an uplifted sliver moon
scoops a planet off
the dark dream rim.
Mars victorious
bounds into crystal darkness
shedding hush over nightfalling
steeples, towers.
A silent deep blue
breath dissolves
over misguided intentions
and somewhere quietly
a poet is born.



Several more evening images can be found: a slushy sidewalk on texture and downtown trees on iamthelorax.

This photo does not show Norfolk Street but Carden Street looking west from the front of City Hall. The sky was still relatively bright. I didn't spot the moon until half an hour and several blocks later, while running from the -bar to the variety store to grab a roll of Rolaids because I had forgotten to take my Zantac.

This sky was one of the highlights of a weekend strung with missed connections and minor disappointments.

The other highlight was seeing my buddy Christopher later in the evening. I have known him since 1996. We get together about three times a year. He was in town for a family funeral. At Pride Night he met some of my newer friends and faces familiar to me who he probably knew years before I came out of the closet.

He might drop by here after the service this afternoon.

There was no poetry reading last night. A bartender miscommunicated. It is the first Sunday evening of every month.

I slept less than three hours last night.

Comments

[poetbear.livejournal.com]

nice one, Van, but no need to be cranky.
i got less than an hour of sleep last night.
always remember what Warren Zevon said,
"I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD." rest is more
important than sleep, anyway, and if you
can't be resting, you may as well be reading,
doing dishes, washing clothes, writing poems,
or anything else that strikes your fancy when
the night grows long and the hours strrrreetttch
out.~paul

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[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

But how I crave a little peaceful oblivion! Right now the mood is exacerbated by the spring fever testosterone rush making me more energetic and confident, but also somewhat irritable. I'm more self-aware of this than I have ever been before, so it doesn't alarm me, I just need to channel it into constructive activity.

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[poetbear.livejournal.com]

writing more poems would be good,
to go with your wonderful pictures.~paul

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[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

P.S. Haven't heard much from you laterly. I hope all is well.

I like the (new?) icon. Handsome man there.

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[poetbear.livejournal.com]

just a brief bear nap. we do that
in the winter, you know. my wife
gave me a little statuette years ago
of a dog who's holding a coffee cup
and a sign that says BEWARE OF DOG!
underneath it says"AT LEAST UNTIL I'VE
HAD MY MORNING COFFEE.~paul

[quirkstreet.livejournal.com]

Rats. Sorry we didn't get to connect yesterday. I've had those "nothing really goes right" days myself.

We WILL connect sometime soon.

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[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I wasn't really thinking of our phone call. I understand when people get busy with stuff and can't get away. Although I am anxious to have a good gab with you.

Several other things happened, but probably the most frustrating was making plans to go out on Saturday evening, looking forward to it for several days, and then having my ride stand me up. He forgot and left his phone turned off so I couldn't reach him.

This is the only bad thing about Guelph: there are no gay bars and only one straight bar where I know the staff well enough that I feel inclined to drop by on a regular basis. So without a car/ride I had nowhere to go and stayed home, feeling antsy with spring fever and rather annoyed.

Last night I found out Jon, who wasn't originally planning to go to the Nest, decided to go because he knew I was going. So he ended up there without me.

[rsc.livejournal.com]

Damn. You know I *meant* to look out the west-facing window early this evening to see the moon and Venus, and I completely forgot.