...The Words of September...

September mornings have that ethereal change lacing alongside the dawn. They call me back down to the earth after a long hot August and strap me in for a cold winter. The very presence of chaos of language perplexes me. The unsung magic of change tightens its beautiful fingers around my throat. Death in shades of brown, red and orange is coming.

Schedules and daylight change. The anxiety of time passing shows up in the drawn on eyebrows of the old lady who reminds me of Anne Rice. I love her, this old lady – she has no clue. She wears silver butterflies in her hair and her daughter’s ashes around her neck. She may be interested to know that I placed a silver butterfly in my father’s casket, alongside of the name of the daughter who became my third son. I don’t tell her because I am not sure she would connect the deeper meaning…although she might on some other level. I don’t believe it is time to pass that sentence into her ether.

The most valuable thoughts I have had this year revolve around speech, thought and desire. The talking that goes on around me, the empty words filled with mere intentions that are never met – just spoken they seem satisfied with their own presence. The intention and meanings of words just walk away on their own. The actions that should follow the words seem stagnant, stale and idle.

Judgment fades. Words become incoherent. They swirl and dance out of people’s mouths and I cannot hear them. I watch their lips move and their bodies are so tired just from speaking the same words over and over. I listen so much more as the September winds mingle with words of promise and retribution and then get lost in the limbs and dying leaves…

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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

thank you isenhower33! I am happy to share, and happy to hear that it personally resounds with you :)


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isenhower33 4 years ago from Crothersville, IN

Good hub :) i also like this since i was born in September and where im from the changing of the seasons usually comes in September its really beautiful :)


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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Xstatic, wonderful hub name btw...Thank you for reading and love that it recalled a song for you...


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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Askme, thank you so much ~ the power of positive intention comes through so much better, birthed in Silence *3


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Askme 4 years ago

Amen........ "The intention and meanings of words just walk away on their own. The actions that should follow the words seem stagnant, stale and idle."

Lip service is the order of the day. Those that tell us what they think we want to hear then disappear without ever following through.

Loved this hub.


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Really nice meditation on the changing season I have noticed the changing quality of the light, even on warm days. That second to last paragraph recalled a Bob Dylan lyric, whick song I can't recall, about "worthless words from the mouth." The song may have been Ramona. Up!

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