Just outside the back veranda door there are two peacocks wishing I would take better photographs of them
Just outside the back veranda door there is a golden pheasant wanting bread
Just outside the back veranda door, beyond the ancient fig trees, there is a car and a driveway and the possibility of a road that will lead me to the nursing lodge where my husband waits for me constantly
a road that suddenly became one-way
a road that can’t bring him home
a road that reverted from tar to gravel to dirt
a road that ripped our smiles apart and gave us a new jigsaw that is too difficult to figure out
a road that, today, I cannot travel.
jmgoyder 
I’m sorry.
Me too.
What beautiful birds love these photos
They are so beautiful!
I’m sorry.
xo, ~ L
Thx!
It gets that way, Julie
Yup!
Don’t feel bad; it happens. Time to trot out the cliché (but clichés are clichés because they are true): you are only human. Tomorrow will be better.
Lovely poem, though sad.
Thanks Tilly – the Colorado killings have had an impact on us over here so my stupid sad is nothing by comparison. Julie
Not stupid at all – loss is loss, no matter how it comes, or how long it takes.
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Julie – first, this is a great post. It doesn’t end how it starts, for sure It hurts in the end… as many things do.
But secondly,your sad is not stupid : it is sad. Let it be sad – but only sad (stupid cane stupid0, and letting it be sad, awaken.
What a wonder you are – thank you!
beautifully put – you make me cry – a road that has become one way – few people can express themselves so beautifully, yet what you are expressing is so personal, so,…
but on a different note – love the pics of the birds – such vivid colouring
Thanks you lovely person!
Thank you for sharing – I fear I am starting to bug you so I will leave you alone for now – hope today is a better day for both of us
You could never bug me, silly – I love you! (OMG I think I am saying this too much these days – ha!)
love you too – read on another blog about your son’s friend – am thinking of you
you can never say I love you too much – no such thing
So worried about my son’s friend
life really gives us way to much to handle sometimes
I agree! I am so gobsmacked by the Colorado tragedy and my son’s friend in hospital (different incidents but same anxiety)
the birds are just as beautiful as the words you just wrote
And you are too, my good friend!
thank you JUlie!
They seem to love photo shoots 🙂 Gorgeous words to match.
Not as gorgeous as you two!
Awww thanks!
Gobsmacked. Me too.
I figured out the peacock feather thing I think – I will keep you posted!
That’s ok my dear, sometimes we just need to stay home and regroup! The road will be there tomorrow….
true
when roads change their course on us like this…. it is soooo damn disorienting and soooo painful. I so wish there was a cardinal life law against altering roads this way Julie… Tears all over the keyboard now. We will both navigate best we can. Just remember – be gentle and kind – to you! Love u ~
I think of you as my sister, Robyn – you are amazing! Juliexx
I hate not knowing what to say because of being angry and I hate not having a place to throw my anger! It does no good to shake my fist at the sky but I’d like a chance to kick some devine ass once in a while. I’m gutted about this tragedy in Colorado, I’m praying for Ming’s friend, and sending you empathetic hugs on your road going sideways. It just sucks ass Jules…it just does.
love to you
R
You are so right and love to you too Rhonda – Juliex
It really is okay to be sad and to take a moment to regroup.
Beautiful birds.
Barb
Thanks Barb!
Beautiful post. Poignant and sad and wistful. I can see my road has become one way and takes me where I don’t want to go. Be content.
Thanks so much!
I wish that I could use as few words as you do to hook a reader so quickly with so much emotional impact. It always leaves me in awe. I only wish it were fiction, and the pain wasn’t real.
Thanks for the compliment – wow!