Saturday, April 17, 2010

Week in Seven Words #11

brighten
After a night of little sleep and a few days in a slump, I don't think I can be inspired that afternoon. I'm mistaken. Her lecture thrums with intelligence and possibility.

countdown
These are days spent counting different things. I don't want to think about how many more afternoons like this I'll have in their company, these people with whom I've found such a shared language. Of course I plan to see them in the future, but it won't be quite the same.

discarded
Walking home I spot a lovely white carnation in a garbage can. It remains upright among discarded newspapers and food cartons. A few blocks later, while crossing a courtyard, I see a squirrel sitting in a large shrubbery pot and tearing through a bun. He probably snatched it up from the garbage can three feet away, where someone had tossed it away nearly whole.

inexpectation
Expect to be continually surprised. What I say may cause a young man to snort wine from his nose. A young woman who pops in and out of my life will stand with me in the entranceway of an apartment building for close to an hour pouring out her doubts and feelings and hopes about some of life's most personal matters. Other people will sometimes be there and sometimes won't be there; every moment they're present is to be savored, for however long it may last.

sealed
While quickly translating text, the sensation of running up against gates tightly shut. We send out our hands and fumble for keyholes or crevices; hopefully the means will occur to us - the root, the context, the sensation of I saw that word ten verses ago, didn't I?

torpid
The urn beneath the drainpipe is flooded. In the froth of rain drops and run-off, long green leaves churn listlessly.

vantage
From ground level it looks like the tree has shed all its blossoms. But from the second floor window, I spy some flowers peeping from the uppermost branches; pink and white, they're surrounded by blowzy brilliant green.

4 comments:

naida said...

I like the passage for inexpectation.
'Other people will sometimes be there and sometimes won't be there; every moment they're present is to be savored, for however long it may last'
So true! And we never know when it will be the last time we will see someone. Always appreciate the ones you love.


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Ciara said...

Oh, do I have to pick a favourite? I did love inexpectation so. But then I read torpid. And I loved it more...

Beautiful.

Relyn said...

This is a fantastic idea. You are a real wordsmith. I'm so glad we've found each other.

HKatz said...

I'm so glad you all shared your thoughts and enjoyed.

Always appreciate the ones you love.
Yes, no matter what.

Oh, do I have to pick a favourite?
By no means do you have to :)

You are a real wordsmith. I'm so glad we've found each other.
Thank you, and I'm happy you stopped by; your blog is full of creative goodness.