Let it be  

wickedeasy 70F  
10447 posts
6/15/2017 12:19 pm
Let it be

In between the burnt purple sunset and the cobalt blue sky that follows with the first star, is a fragment of time where unless specific attention is paid, things go lost. Little things, pink barrettes, topaz rings, the top to a jar, the smell of lilacs through the window, your one true love.

The year she noticed the lilac smell leave, she began to experiment. She would place her very most favorite things on the table in front of her as the sky turned crimson. She would write a list of the items and number them, showing their placement. This, she did for weeks.

And always some other thing would go missing. Something she yearned for deeply, knowing only when it was lost its true significance. Would she never know her own heart?

With time, loss became as much a part of her as every other part. The man who claimed her, called her Perdida for he knew her well. His love was strong but his life was short. Their grew and like seeds scattered on the wind. Her house filled with whispers, the eventide stole from her with such regularity that she took to keeping her purse in the freezer.

One morning, sitting in her garden, watching the sun rise, a ladybug landed on the rim of her cup. It is rare to see a ladybug with an uneven number of spots, this one had five. It lingered. She wanted to sip her coffee but she wanted the ladybug’s company more. Together they appreciated the softening sky as night slipped off to bide its time. She inhaled the smell of damp earth with heavy eyes. When next she looked, the little red bug was gone. She reached for the cup, the coffee barely warm, yet its taste divine. The first ray of sun hit her neck, like the hand of a lover.

It was then that she walked inside, took her purse from the freezer, dropped it on a chair. The world would take and it would give. She opened the windows wide. Let it be.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

spunkycumfun 59M/65F  
36127 posts
6/15/2017 12:35 pm

I haven't got a British/American English dictionary easily at hand - I know I can find out on the Internet but I've started replying so I'll finish unprepared - I'm presuming your ladybug is my ladybird.


wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:11 pm:
yes indeed Spunky. and thanks for such a great pic. at least yurs stayed.

simonsimple454 74M
96 posts
6/15/2017 12:51 pm

Let it be is beautiful.

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:11 pm:
great song indeed

OzMD 42M
17 posts
6/15/2017 1:15 pm


lindoboy100 57M
21059 posts
6/15/2017 1:21 pm


Pull ma finger.........

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:12 pm:
you are kicking ass on FB lindo. hugs.

greekphilosopher 57M
4096 posts
6/15/2017 5:04 pm

Wicked! You are such a dreamer.
Let it be is all she could do.

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:15 pm:
yes, indeed my dear friend. it's pretty much all any of us can do at certain times.

tickles4us 58M
7177 posts
6/15/2017 5:47 pm

Let it be... could cure so many peoples anxiety.

Vive La Difference

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:17 pm:
there is a certain peace it letting life be what it is. I don't espouse passivity. but I do think acceptance is key.

azriel1970 49M  
29682 posts
6/15/2017 7:58 pm

When I see a ladybug I feel it is my aunt.

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:19 pm:
then it is. she must have been very special.

goodatpoetry2 70M
16574 posts
6/16/2017 3:12 am

Everyone's lives have their ups and downs.
We have to enjoy the ups whenever we can... and just deal with the downs as they come up.
Worrying about what might happen only reduces the time we spend enjoying the good things.

Beautiful writing, as always...

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:21 pm:
I think you choose where you dwell. sometimes one place holds you for longer than it should. but if you are lucky and it's your nature, eventually, you climb up and out, eh?

HeartCollector 62F  
8091 posts
6/16/2017 6:18 am

Reading your stories improves my mental outlook. I have the general attitude that no matter what happens, it could always be worse. Much worse.

The gladdest hours we know are those shared with a friend or two. Wilbur D. Nesbit

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:22 pm:
yes it can. and so you find the parts that have light in them, right?

thank you for helping me see that.

sweet_VM 61F
80897 posts
6/16/2017 7:53 am

this is very beautiful wicked hugsssss V

Become a blog watcher sweet_vm

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:24 pm:
life just keeps happening. even when you thing it can't.

FitAndFun321 58M  
6082 posts
6/17/2017 3:11 pm

Fuck yeah.

wickedeasy replies on 6/18/2017 12:25 pm:
hello darling man.

and the world keeps spinning, eh?

FitAndFun321 58M  
6082 posts
6/22/2017 7:51 pm

The scent of damp earth; lilacs on the breeze; the morning sky; coffee's tipping-point temperature; heavy eyes; sun on the back of the neck; a lover's touch; the long love of a short lifetime: there for but an instant — but the instant is always now.

This is the divine; this is what's holy. We play hide-and-seek with our own hearts.

wickedeasy replies on 7/23/2017 2:12 pm:
yes, this is what is holy

this what we must trust. to try to hold on to anything is to kill it slowly.

"love is a rose, but you better not pick it, only grows when it's on the vine..."

Arkytek 70M
36 posts
9/5/2017 3:04 pm

ah yes, Linda again. She could make you drift as you close your eyes and listen to her make that song come alive.

wickedeasy replies on 9/6/2017 9:58 am:
close your eyes my friend...drift with me

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