Sparkling lights of a Ferris wheel
Carry me up so high
Over the trees
A vast ocean breathes
As I turn on this circle in the sky
The cage that holds me gently sways
My cheeks are sore from smiling
Dark sky
New moon
Stars
Surrounded by those I love
Most
A slide of winter breeze steals around my collar, ruffles our hair
The ground so far below
my stomach does a little dance
As the aroma of salt and brine is carried in on the wind
I feel my mind carefully tracing this moment in time
Inscribing
Never to be forgotten
Our lives, memories interwoven, add another stitch full of brightly coloured dyes
Happiest oh happiest 30th of July
*this harks back to last week-end which I get to enjoy again, over and over in my memory. My family and I, all jammed like sardines in the one Ferris wheel basket soaring into the sky.
We’re laughing on ice cream infused breaths, stomachs extended and replete from belly laughs and a beautiful dinner together
Everything is perfect
For a moment and nothing lasts, I know that
It’s been such a crappy week for so many reasons since then – sure, there have been bright spots and I always find them, but there have also been too many times when I had that sinking stomach feeling
Which reminds me of the Ferris wheel. Life is constantly in motion. We feel its seasons but also all of our emotions, shifting and sifting, restlessly turning from one thing into another – up, down
The only way to maintain equilibrium? Wait for the next turn around
And don’t look down
Hmm
(Well it rhymed, plus it is true) we choose where we look, and where we look is where we go. Stars are prettier than the ground and they remind us, we are just small things really.
Header photo:Why don’t photos ever look as close and beautiful as the real thing? Anyway, you can see the Ferris wheel, which magically arrived in time for my birthday. It’s not fixed and will move on which made it being there such a wonderful surprise from the universe.
I’m standing on our balcony, it’s Friday afternoon and I can hear the sound of Pat’s V8 cruiser coming as I take the shot. My heart is doing happy little flip flops.
And every time I see this photo that moment comes alive. Which is why I take photos all the time, and then when I flick through my phone I’m reminded. It’s the same with my poetry blog posts – I flick back and feel the words unravel emotions into memory.
Our lives are worth recording – even if it is only us who enjoys them later. Especially if it is us. Our memories are a little glitchy, photos help nail down those ephemeral moments and capture them right here – where we can open them. Anytime.
❤️
it’s really good
I try to record everything because memories are all we have once the moment has passed. Lovely post.
Thanks Pooja, my memory isn’t nearly as clear as my photos and they trigger me to recall events which would have otherwise collapsed back into the ether otherwise
It’s wonderful that pictures take us back to those times that we may have even forgotten.
So hauntingly beautiful! So true and resonates. I LOVE your words!💙
Thanks Kat that’s so sweet of you to say. I write this post with a melancholy heart and I guess that shone through. ❤️
It’s nice to engage with another sentimental soul. I collect life’s papers. They are reminders of times when. I cherish my bits of life ❤️
Cherish is such a lovely word. Yes, I cherish those beautiful fragments and moments too.
Simply beautiful 🌺🌺🌺
Thankyou Luisa 💕😊
You’re most welcome! 🌹🤗🌹
Your words are just beautiful, Kate. You have an excellent way of expressing yourself and those things around you. I love the photo – I can see the Ferris wheel in the distance but am fascinated by the trees there and the buildings. I’m wondering where you are in the world; however, you don’t have to divulge that if you’d rather not. Some things are personal, I know. I agree with you about memories. They can fade, alter and even be forgotten in the passage of time. It’s a lovely idea to take so many photos – they will always be there and will never change – you will be looking at the whole ‘picture’ or the truth. I must take a leaf out of your book and start taking more photos myself, too. Thanks for sharing. Ellie X 🌹🕊🌞
So kind Ellie, thanks for reading, yes, it’s vital to take photos and write poetry and keep a journal. I find my record keeping such a good reminder, so much can happen in a year that I feel it blurr together if I don’t keep some special talismans to say to myself, I have loved and lived here and here and here. It also reminds me to do more, dream bigger if my reminders are becoming to spread out or beige coloured. X
That’s such a good idea and good advice, Kate. Thanks for explaining your thoughts behind your photos and writing. I might just take a leaf out of your book and start taking more photos when something appeals or is important. Thank you for the tip. X
Looks like south Florida
Beautiful way with words
Thankyou 😊