Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Hush Dog Hush!

If there be dreams to sell,
Do I not know full well
   What I would buy?
Hope’s dear delusive spell,
It’s happy tale to tell,
Joy’s fleeting sigh.
            Louise Chandler Moulton
  

The full moon rests precariously on the corner frame of the window of this apartment high above a city struggling to sleep below, its brilliant light casting shadows that dance on the hardwood floor as the soft cool breeze rustles those curtains beside where I lay my head in the stifling heat, I cannot sleep.

A lone dog is barking at that brilliant moon its eyes hypnotized and its voice celebrates with song this shining beauty. I close my eyes trying to break the spell this brilliant light has also cast on me, oh it is so beautiful. I can hear water rushing and echoing through the walls of this building high above the sleepy city. A siren shatters the night. I cannot sleep.

That lingering but finally fading aroma of my imagined waltzing skunks celebrating the brilliant light cast from this full moon on the city streets below floats through those open windows over those rustling curtains blowing in the wind over the hardwood floor full of shadows and rests on this tossing and turning girl. I cannot sleep.

Fleeting thoughts float through my mind; I open my eyes and am once again hypnotized by that full moon wondering if it is also resting precariously on the window frame of that bedroom window back on the farm, casting shadows on the hardwood floor as the trees bend and sway with those cool breezes from the open window where My Hero lies his head.  I cannot sleep.

Or, could it be that her Hero is laying there also hypnotized and thinking of his girl far away trying to sleep high above the city watching this same brilliant full moon balance precariously on a window frame, bouncing its moonlight beams off the barn and wondering if she is missing the smell of fresh cut grass, the cool fresh breezes blowing through the open windows, the sweet smell of the lilacs, and those soft sounds of croaking frogs and the chirping mother birds soothing their little ones to sleep. Maybe he would be crawling out of bed and watching those waltzing skunks that had returned to dance in the moonlight on the farm. He cannot sleep. She cannot sleep.

Not the barking dog.

Hush Dog Hush!

Later

Happy Birthday Pearly.

39 comments:

  1. Beautiful B. I am sure both your Hero and your dog miss you. They are patiently waiting for your return.

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  2. I love the repetition and the rhythm of the piece!!

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  3. ha, "not the barking dog" sure is cute!

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  4. Love the idea of your waltzing skunks, in their black and white tuxedos.

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  5. Love that hypnotic old moon. Beautiful piece Buttons.

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  6. Buttons, I hope you get more rested sleep tonight. The restlessness produced some pretty prose from you. :)

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  7. i like how you made sure we didn't 'frame' the bad dog. :)

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  8. My goodness B! This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I've ever read! The image of the moon resting precariously on the window frame is stunning! I love this!! xx

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  9. It's diificult to sleep away from home. Your insomnia made for a beautiful read though.

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  10. This is just like the way I felt when I first came to the city - tossing and turning like the country mouse and the town mouse! I am sure your hero was thinking of you too xxx

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  11. Such a lovely piece of writing- I felt like I was right there with you. I so get the not being able to sleep in the city- I much prefer my country, star-lit nights!

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  12. sleepless nights are exhausting!

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  13. Lovely poetry....
    I can't sleep a way from home either.

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  14. Wow! This is wonderful, B! *HUGS*

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  15. Lovely writing, B. I love the repetition you use. It mirrors your restless thoughts on a night you can't sleep. I hope you've been able to get some rest!

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  16. I've heard that when you can't sleep, it is because you are awake in someone else's dream. I bet your Hero was dreaming of you, missing you while you are away on your big adventure.

    Great post!

    Hugs,
    Mandi

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  17. Great blog post! You know your way with words ;-)

    Greetings from the Netherlands,
    DzjieDzjee

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  18. A farmer, a story teller, and now a poet! Loved this wonderful account of being away, still united under the same moon, sleepless while a dog barks and skunks waltz.

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  19. I love this story. It's funny how the different night sounds play with the imagination - and also make it difficult to sleep. Cute "not the barking dog!"

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  20. We don't sleep well no matter the circumstances. Lol.

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  21. Wonderfully written. I know you will be well received upon you home arrival :)

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  22. Nice, I'm sure they are waiting for you and are having the same issue of sleeping..

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  23. You did such a good job capturing the feeling of being apart from your hubby. Before my hubby retired, when he went away on a business trip, I had trouble sleeping at first. Then I learned to wear one of his tee shirts to bed, and his scent helped me sleep. I know that sounds dumb, but it's true.

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  24. I know that feeling. My job takes me far away sometimes and I always regret that I do not get to share the experiences with my husband.

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  25. Hey B! When are you going home?

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  26. You will be getting tired with little sleep my friend. I am so blessed, I can sleep away from home no matter what bed. Hugs M xox

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  27. When we lived in the city, our family would come and complain of the noise....

    Now I know what they were talking about.

    Jen

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  28. City noises are so different from those in the country. It's amazing how we can so used to the familiar and can feel so uncomfortable with the less familiar.

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  29. this is real nice - and i hope you two had a wonderful reunion!

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  30. This is so beautifully written! I loved it!

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  31. Hi Ms Buttons ...always am so very enamoured with the way you convey things.
    You even made bad plumbing in a hotel room sound poetic!

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  32. Aww- I'll bet he is missing you too! I don't like city noises..much prefer the loud quiet of the country.

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  33. I'm not sure how I missed this post! Darn blogger...sometimes it gets goofy on me! Anyway...you are always so good at painting pictures with your words! :)

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  34. Very very nice Buttons!!
    I'm trying to catch up on my bloggies- will have to Back track to see where u are.....
    :)
    Sleep tonight...... He is definitely thinking of you....
    Fondly,Rain

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  35. Lovely, poetic thoughts, Buttons. You've captured the essence of a traveler far from home trying to sleep in a strange place with all the sights and sounds of elusive sleep.

    Once I was driving late at night and came upon two dogs in my headlights, playing with two waltzing skunks. I didn't stick around to see the outcome......

    Hugs, xoxo

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  36. Beautiful , reminds me of a song from years ago Somewhere out there ,the line was
    "And even though I know how very far apart we are
    It helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star"

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The mind grows by what it feeds on. J.G. Holland

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