Trixsie's odds and ends

[L. Jay Echoes]

I tried to say what lay in wait
A shadow in the grass, merciless teeth
A whisper through an ill fitting door
The wind, laughter with howling underneath
I know! I cried, though I did not
My inward focus lost, purposefully slept
I woke at last and saw the sky
Broken, I tasted every tear I wept

Sounds like... you looked for meaning in nature, and the interpretation you happened upon made you cry? A spur of the moment interpretation, but it does sound like something I try to do.

[Trixsie Vixen]

More fear of the future.  What might be, what might not.
And how fear of regret is a function of hope.

[Brisky]

That's surprisingly motivational.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Thank you!

Did I hear "give us a haiku"?
Why sure!

Summer winds hurls sleet
Spring snows give way to Fall ice
When you are not here

[Fuzzpaws]

Hi Trixie, hope you are doing well, life is rough, and not fair sometimes (it's been rough for me anyway), but I'm overall okay. Hope to hear from you soon.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Hey Fuzzpaws!

Yes indeed.  Life has been particularly rough, but I am a resilient little fox.  I'm glad you're doing okay overall.

I certainly have been rather quiet here of late so my ongoing apologies for that!

Perhaps I can make up for it by sharing a poem I wrote:


Eyes open or eyes closed
Visions of you are superimposed
Your eyes, your hair, your nose, your smile
Their fire burns down any denial
In my head I hear your voice
I would choose it though I lack the choice
A sweet and lilting, longing song
My heart keeps time as I sing along
To smell and taste and breathe you in
A dream of cream and marshmallow skin
Life without you would kill tomorrow
A death of hope, a reign of sorrow
Foolish heads can't believe what's true
But wise hearts know what to do
Hope and love and strive for things
To dance with the Moon on Saturn's rings

[Trixsie Vixen]

So many voices, talk talk talking
Filling the void of my head
Usually vile, stalk stalk stalking
Telling me hope should be dead

I'm used to battle, fight fight fighting
That old foe I leave in my wake
Skin longing skin, that bite bite biting
I can't quell the voice of that ache

[Trixsie Vixen]

I'm so sick of no
Of being told I can't
The world is a painting
Hung on a slant

Lifetimes are wasted
Chasing things that are wrong
My lips long to listen
To your skin's song

The comfort of being
At ease in your presence
Your gaze, your breath, your heart
Your very scents

My hands grip a ghost
Phantom shroud I tear through
Nothing is whole until
I am with you

[Fuzzpaws]

Oh, Trixie, so beautifully written, but so much pain and loss... I am so sorry...

[Trixsie Vixen]

Thank you my dear

But there is light at the end of the tunnel!

[Trixsie Vixen]

I can't breathe
She is gone
Shaking fingers drop my keys
I recoil as from a burn

I can't breathe
She is gone
Strangers looking, or are they?
Nervously I bow and turn

I can't breathe
She is gone
Smiling, as though paint and glaze
Hide the ashes in the urn

[Trixsie Vixen]

Spinning, spinning, whirling and grinning
A girl in the swirl of her room
Nervous excited, simply delighted
I'm going to be with her soon

All of the struggles, replaced with snuggles
Slings and arrows all fired and slung
Beyond a sea of troubles, in magical bubbles
Love songs on my lips to be sung