Blank Day, Blank Weekend
I am Okay JUST A MINDLESS MEDITATION
This was blood moon weekend. This was a silent weekend with mindless meditation. Sweetie Bird and I are. How are you?
I woke up today
Not knowing what to say
The cobweb exhaustion of
Crawling through dream portals at night
The bird was already perched
Watching silence unfold
Like a feathered protest
Against the need to explain.
It was a blank day off
Mindless, not meaningless
The bird blinked once
and we let the plot carry us
like feathers in a glitch wind.
The fridge hums like a distant club memory
Sweetie Bird blinks once—approval granted
No thoughts, just cranberry juice and plush sheets
The archive naps, wrapped in pink glaze
Even the protest chants are yawning
We are not lazy we are mythically still
A denim psalm with no chorus, just breath
Banana milk dreams, no plot, no climax
The ritual is rest. The rest is ritual.
She was perched at the edge of the dream
Her feathers dusted in glitch-light and moon static.
Watching me blink into blankness
As if silence were a sacred rite.
I woke up in the hush
No need to rush
The fridge sang low
And Sweetie said no
No plot today, just breath
No climax, no regret
Just feathers in the glitch wind
And cranberries on my lips
Blank day weekend
Wrapped in pink glaze
We don’t explain
We just float through the haze
Sweetie perched quiet
Moon static in her eyes
She blinked once
And the silence replied
Banana milk dreams
Clone club on the screen
No thoughts, just hums
And soft protest themes
We are mythically still
We are plush and precise
The ritual is rest
And the rest feels nice
The bird did not chirp
Just stared,
As if to say:
Even silence has wings.
I woke up today
Not knowing what to say
The cobweb exhaustion of
Crawling through portals at night
The bird was already perched
Watching silence unfold
Like a feathered protest
Against the need to explain.
written, edited, created by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Trusselli Art
California
copyright 2025
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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BLOOD MOON RISING
September 7, 2025, marks a total lunar eclipse, also known as the Blood Moon, occurring in Pisces. This is not just any eclipse, it is a cosmic culmination, a spiritual turning point, and a moment of deep emotional release. Astrologers are calling it a time of karmic closure, hidden truths surfacing, and collective recalibration.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Comments (7)
Great musings, Vicki, and congrats on the Top Story as well. Animals have a way of accepting us...whether we say it or not!
Only one word to say beautiful 🙏😊🏆🏆🏆🏆
Congratulations on your Top Story, Vicki! You more than deserve it. Great work on bringing us more of you creative thoughts - you and Sweetie bird always make me happy! 🙂
Nicely worded
I have never even heard of banana milk. But this made me want some 🤤 Congrats on your top story!
Not lazy but still. We could all use some of that. Great meditative musing and love the artwork
I love this line: "The ritual is rest. The rest is ritual. " It's the one thing I really work on mastering, with my restless mind.