Fire Safety

Fire Safety

What one thing would I save

If my home, my house

Was completely engulfed in flames?

I want to say my Memaw’s Bible:

Her copy of King James.

But her voice

It calls to me,

And the modesty, that I keep quietly locked inside of me,

Keeps telling me,

This

That I’m telling you,

And it’s

Compelling me,

To tell the truth,

And so

Honestly,

Depending inherently on the severity,

Or if I

Would even feel inclined…

Go running back inside

My fiery house for anything…

Because

If I went in there and died,

Then where would I be?

I hear dead is not as glamorous as they make it seem

On the radio box or on

The movie screen.

Yeah,

There were all those nice people

Who attended my wake

And the others who came

And said goodbye to me, at my grave

And yeah,

There’s that pretty rock that they had carved

For all to see,

Telling the world of my vanity

And the bane of being a sex-symbol at the young age of 23.

But then, after that,

When they’re all gone I’ll be

Left to spend the rest of time alone

Reciting lines

From my long forgotten eulogy.

So If I

Am to be honest,

And in lieu of sounding vain,

I would

Accept the things in life

I cannot change,

Letting what burns

Burn,

And keeping only

That which may or may not

Remain.

The Norman Rockwell Painting

The desire to live the perfect life

The white picket fence

The wraparound porch

The 2.3 children

With perfect teeth

Excelling in athletics

And academics

The faithful and doting spouse

 

You know what I mean

You look at those pictures

And you buy into the romanticized life

And wonder why you don’t have it

 

As a photographer

I feel an obligation

To the rest of the human race

To clue you in on a well kept secret

Life in pictures

Is staged

 

Slumber

Slumber
Virginia Carraway Stark

Resting
When cheekbones
Start to feel numb
From wishes of slumber coming on
Darkness covers the world
Like a blanket of water
But sleep isn’t for me tonight
No matter how it may coo and call
Increasingly shutting eyes
Feels better than open
But still I wake
I have things to do
And tonight the muse is calling

Thirteen…

The Road Not Taken

 

Two loves apart in a mellow mood,

And since I could not have them both

And be one heart, long I thought

And kissed one deeply there I swooned

To where he took my breath away;

 

Then kissed the other, just as well,

And having perhaps the better hair,

Because it was glossy and thick with care;

Though as for that the combing there

Had shined the swoop I did not care,

 

And both that morning equally shorn

In sheaves no pep had stopped the flood.

Oh, I kept a lock without dismay!

Yet knowing how his tears did sway,

I doubted would it grow again that way.

 

I shall be telling this with my keen eye

Somewhere pages and pages hence:

Two loves apart in a mood, and I-

I took the one less baldened by,

And that has made all the difference!

Behind Proverbs Lurk The Living

When the going gets tough,
the tough get milkshakes
and go bowling,

because it’s Saturday night
and the tough need a better
work-life balance.

You can’t expect the tough
to be on call twenty four-
seven these days.

You don’t earn degrees,
you don’t earn a salary
being tough.

But if you think it’s so
easy being tough, why don’t
you get going?

My Thing

Why would I tell the world
My favorite thing?
My most precious
Beloved
Possession?

Are you kidding me?
After what I’ve been through?
Just to tempt those who want it all?
All I’ve got? All I’ve earned? All I’ve ever had?

I may as well hang it
By a ribbon
From my car.

Leisure Treasure

What one possession

Is my obsession?

What do I treasure more than gold, frankincense or myrrh?

My camera, my memory maker,

Recorder of dreams and scenes,

Preserver of people,

Sharp as a needle,

Life through a lens,

Anxiety ends

When things are brought into focus

And captured in calmness,

My camera –

A loyal best friend.

(c) Gemma Hinton 14/6/15

 

All Alone

I sit at the type writer.
Words come from my finger tips.
Short quips and poor rhymes.
Beautiful love poetry and sad lines.
Odes of my life and sonnets for Rachel.
The same songs with a new tune.
I am sitting here. Pretending I am the
greatest poet to ever live.

learning transcends all boundaries in life

any age young or old can learn

so many things

happening in his or her life

 

learning is an unending endeavor

learning surpasses all boundaries

no matter whatever age level does

 

 

keeping into heart

whatever learning we have

sometime relearning it or unlearning

to spring new learning unto this lifetime