Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Diversion

Some of us need it always. Pinpricks of ambiguity. Tiny because that’s all we can ask. Tiny because that’s all we can give. Delicious because tiny is just enough.

Venture a few grains into the groove of the line. No ground lost. No one else notices there was any movement at all. But see how the sand sparkles from here?

Words you write at 2am are like whispers to me, until daylight when the world can hear.

Little thrills: to know you’re there, to know you’re quite the same. And don’t quite care that my mind is elsewhere. Intrigue, to wonder: where is yours?

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posted by Jill at 8:43 PM

17 Comments:

  • I often look at the moon and wonder if someone I will meet is looking at the moon, too. But, this said it more eloquently and with less syrup.

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Tue Dec 20, 09:24:00 PM 2005  

  • When I meet people from places I've visited, I wonder if when I was there, we saw each other. It's fascinating to me...

    By Blogger Amber, At Wed Dec 21, 09:01:00 AM 2005  

  • I do that, too, Network Geek, but usually what happens is I start identifying stars and constellations, then wonder if people are looking at them, then begin trying to remember all the astronomy I learned and reminding myself that people in other places of the world are not seeing the same... oh forget it. I always make things more complicated than necessary.

    And I do that, too, Amber. Funny that you mention that; I've been working on a post very similar to that sentiment, but I haven't said exactly what I want to say yet. Soon, I hope.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Dec 21, 10:08:00 AM 2005  

  • I try not to look to hard at the stars. If I do, I always start to wonder who, or what, is there looking at us.

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Wed Dec 21, 10:52:00 AM 2005  

  • I wonder about the people out there I am going to meet some day. But we don't know it yet. They are there living their own lives and someday, our lives will intersect.

    By Blogger Cheryl, At Wed Dec 21, 11:22:00 AM 2005  

  • Oh, Network Geek, if I started on that topic, I'd never stop.

    Me too, Cheryl. I think I need to work harder on that post I mentioned earlier, because now I really really want to share it with you guys!

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Dec 21, 11:30:00 AM 2005  

  • Save this one for a play, Jill. I mean it.

    By Blogger Momentary Academic, At Wed Dec 21, 11:31:00 AM 2005  

  • You mean don't post the post? Or develop it into a play as well? M.A., wait! Don't go away! Talk to me, girl!

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Dec 21, 11:33:00 AM 2005  

  • Ineffable. I wanted to say in-efing-effable, but I wasn't sure that would translate well into writing.

    At a party recently I watched English people play Scrabble. Yes, yes, it was a hell of a party. Anyway, did you know that "Ef" is how you spell the letter "F". Did you know the letters had words you could write? I wonder which came first, the letters or the words.

    I getting distracted.

    Your post? Ineffable.

    Hello, Jill.

    By Blogger scott, At Wed Dec 21, 02:11:00 PM 2005  

  • So then is q "cue"? or that other word that I can't remember how to spell that means "line up"? I'm going to start reading the dictionary now. Thanks. Folks,if you don't hear from me within 24 hours, you know that Scott made me start reading the dictionary and I can't stop and that's why I'm not posting.

    Hello, Scott.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Dec 21, 02:45:00 PM 2005  

  • That poem made me feel a little funny. . . not ha ha funny, but butterfly-eee.
    Spectacular. I get the mental picture of my Mommy and Daddy sitting on the couch sipping hot cocoa, kinda snuggled together in that using you for a pillow and you for a foot rest/leg warmer, with a fire in the fireplace, the Christmas tree lit up, Aaron Neville singing "O Holy Night" in the background (best version ever), basking from the afterglow staring at the fire and lights.
    A little personnal snippet. That would be the conception night, which I don't remember (thankfully, or I'd spend thousands in therapy bills) since I was not even a zygote at the time. Excellent post.

    By Blogger lil'bitty, At Wed Dec 21, 02:51:00 PM 2005  

  • Words you write at 2am are whispers from your psyche. Until daylight when you push them away...

    Thought provoking, Jill.

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Wed Dec 21, 03:54:00 PM 2005  

  • I've been thinking about this post all day in the back of my mind. I still haven't decided what I want to say, though. I love the "pinpricks of ambiguity" line. Perfection.

    Damn girl, you make me want to be a writer. Great stuff.

    By Blogger Megan, At Wed Dec 21, 04:43:00 PM 2005  

  • Oh my, Lil Bitty, there was so much detail in there, it almost sounds like you might have been there...

    So true, CB, so true.

    So I see you've felt those pinpricks, Megan...

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Dec 21, 05:11:00 PM 2005  

  • these were some fun words to read.

    By Blogger Amanda, At Wed Dec 21, 10:09:00 PM 2005  

  • It bodes well for me that you appreciate tiny.

    By Blogger Dirk the Feeble, At Thu Dec 22, 10:45:00 AM 2005  

  • Amanda: ;)

    A man who can make a joke at his own expense. Impressive, Armaedes; I'm not sure I expected that from you.

    By Blogger Jill, At Thu Dec 22, 11:34:00 AM 2005  

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