Diary Notes 10 May 2012

Perfectly Happy 

Deconstructed the terrible intimidating

bulwark as dark blue paper keeps the

sun out, I’m not really awake, dreaming

about every moment of reality being the

centre of a flower from which the petals

radiate each being a different version of

reality and every line cast forever - to be

visited at our ease whenever we please

Feeling the heat of excitement rising in

me each time I think about Johnny and

his friends jumping from one timeline to

another, in one Wobbler was never born

and to change back to where they came

from, they have to fix the mistakes of the

past, this dream of unlimited opportunity

fills me with happiness, it is as if I see the

end result of such unbounded choice and

I am so glad everything worked out in this

way, a million alternatives might exist, but

I am perfectly happy with this!

 

“Johnny and the Bomb”  – Terry Pratchett 

 

An Underwater Cave

Brought sea shells and sea

spray and dewdrops into the

office and created a beach

scene on my coat hanger

With silver sparkles in soft

shimmering sand formed by

a novelty scarf, sailing ships

on my stickers in bluish pastels

Creating a feeling of mysterious

misty conditions, treasures in a

silver urn change this into an

underwater cave as in The

Arabian Nights - the perfect

moment to stop time to

remain in a state of

delight 

 

Green Sentinels

Green bottles standing sentinel

both sides of computer screen

yellow leaves spread in one to

bring in the nostalgia of autumn,

glittering colour pencils framing

the scene, a purple coaster, two

plastic dolls, Merry and her sister

Melancholy, a blue plastic water

spray bottle and flowers explode

in orange and red on right-hand

desk – I love my Persian market

work station…

 

Every Circular Moment

Every circular moment formed by

an infinite number of spiralling lines

means this moment in time is sacred

and special, seven little faces around

me – miniature wooden dolls smiling

While the fairy looks pensive and Merry

and Melancholy look grave as I sit like a

queen in my own dream word kingdom

where Terry Pratchett is the undisputed

monarch of time, big brother the king in

charge of these flowing mellifluous lines

The blue papered windows keep us safe

in an underwater Poseidon domain while

I spray water at the portable air-con next

to my chair to reinforce the illusion of

living in an aquarium