We buried the problem.
anything more is foolish
anything less is a lie
algorithms and odds
all adding up to what is
and so we accept reason,
as opposed to the unknown
always wondering, “What If”
inspired by the thrill of research….
I open Pandora’s box,
tread down memory’s lane
All has changed, all’s the same
Generations of names and faces,
trees and traces
of me in them
I wonder if she knows
that she too grows upon these boughs
the same from which our ancestors
sms aka whatevertheyaint/2013
My aunt is one of those folks with books everywhere. In the kitchen. On the couch. In the bathroom. Basically, in every corner and crevice of her apartment. Often, I’ll drop by and find her reading one novel while stashing a sheet of folded paper in another.
“How do you do that?” I asked one evening.
“Read more than one story at a time without getting lost.”
“Easy,” she replied.
Let me be the first to tell you, people. It AIN’T easy!
I bought an electronic reader with part of my short-story winnings (which is a story in itself), but my new-found toy had no books, no magazines, and very little else other than what came with it out of the box. So, I began shopping. And I chose several novels and magazines, which I determined I’d peruse later, like when stuck at the doctor’s office, suffering from insomnia, or waiting on Thing 1 and 2 to wrap up practice. Meanwhile, I also checked out reading material from the library. (Why go on a buying frenzy when you’re on a budget)
Here’s where the problem started: I began Southern Comfort, also by Fern Michaels, but it was too depressing for my light mood. The guy’s family is murdered two or three pages into the story. So, out of restlessness, I began a book I’d downloaded by Debbie Macomber called Starlight. Not one of my usual go-to authors, but hey.
Then, yesterday, I added Save Me, by Lisa Scottoline. (Talk about gripping!)
Now I don’t know if I’m in a villa, a school, or the middle of a crime scene.
What I’m trying to say here is that…I can’t do three or four books at once!
Any suggestions as to what to read next?
I’m a little anxious, a little glad
somewhat happy, sometimes sad
a little lost and a little found
mostly simple, at times profound
A sole individual, a piece of the whole
In tune with the world, in synch with my soul
A little of this, but mainly that
See if you can catch my hat
Your Turn: How would you describe yourself? How many hats do you wear (figuratively)? Can you create a poem based on one or both of those themes?
- All things considered, life is good.
- By the way, I’m stalling on a writing project. (Bad, bad, shameful)
- Could you just…bob your heads and pretend you’re listening?
- Determination will get me through this draft.
- Either way, I’m going to write something of significance tonight.
- Forgive me if it takes a couple of hours.
- Guess what else?
- Hurricane Issac passed our city.
- It appears all we’ll get is a nice, comfy drizzle.
- Just in case, I bought water and bread. Do hotdog buns count?
- “K” is kind of hard to come up with.
- Love. I’m sick of it! Sick of all the cheesy movies and love-struck couples.
- Maybe I’ve been married long enough to know that love is…compromise, commitment, chaos, and all the other c’s.
- No, I don’t have a point. There is no point to this blog post.
- Occasionally, I make list, just for the heck of it.
- Please continue to read anyway.
- Questions–I have one for you–at the end.
- Reaching. I’ve reached for the same thing for a long time.
- So…are you still here?
- Tempted to step out into uncharted territory and grab my dream.
- Ultimately, it’s all improv (life). Seriously, how could we possibly script LIFE?!
- “V” is also hard. Oh, my vacation was…interesting. I’ll have to write about it one day.
- What happens to a dream deferred? Langston never really told me.
- X-temperaneous nonsense. That is what this is.
- Your turn. Try it. It’s fun!
- ZZZZZZZZZZZ. That means…goodnight, and have a great Thursday/Wednesday night, everybody.
and she’s the only one to hear
because, well, folks prefer sunshine,
smile, baby, smile
all the while, it’s pouring; puddle now a river rushing through
they can’t see it; tell her to get over it,
to skip over…
so she swims to keep from drowning. smiles to keep from crying