Rusty
Man’s best friend caught me by surprise like a child before his time. Can’t be replace or recreated black and white with a personality of his own I miss him everyday never thought he’d mean so much until he went away.
human music
i smelled the burning rubber
the metal against concrete
echoed through the street like
the headlining band of the day.
the glass beer bottle hitting
asphalt–the encore
Grumpy
“Grumpy”
Grumpy man, go away
Grump, grump,
Shush now you are spoiling the mood.
Grump, grump,
Your negative attitude does not become you.
It is quite bothersome to say the least.
Yet, you will not win this time!
Oh do please be quiet,
So I can think and write,
No wonder I accomplish so little,
Grump, grump
Just go away and leave me to my words,
Why yes my dear I am well aware it is one o’clock in the morning!
Go to bed,
Leave me where I am happy,
This is where I am free to be me.
Take your grumpiness and go out of my zone,
Before I throttle you with a single utterance,
I did not stutter take your grumpy self and begone.
Prompt for Hour Seventeen
For your seventeenth prompt I want you to write a poem about solitude. It could be a poem about solitude under normal circumstances or it could be a poem about extreme solitude, for example being a hermit, or the last person on a life boat.
Gone
Childhood dreams drifting
Disappearing out of sight
Gone forevermore
by the McDonalds at the TKTS ticket booth in Times Square
To others, it only housed the tourist information booth in NYC
but to me, it was the building that housed my dreams.
If you ever want to be in a Broadway show, first you have to audition.
And get picked.
Soooooooooooooooo
Nearly every day I’d go to audition and wait on the lobby floor.
A never-ending, exhausting process.
I got to know the security guards and other actors.
They talked of doing renovation
And we all wondered if it would really happen.
There’s a lot of “talk” that never happens.
Buuuuuut
This past July, we had a cool “sky lobby” on the 4th floor
where we can patiently wait until the Equity office officially opens at 8.00.
Like in life, the sooner you get there, the sooner you get an appointment and can head home.
I feel like we’re on a movie set.
I wonder how many tourists have never been there
nor do they wonder about our lives. All us working actors you can’t name.
To be fair…
Do we think of them?
More feelings flutter to the surface.
Regardless of structure or design, buildings can sure house a lot of emotions.
Ten Things I Love about You
- Your laughter always sparkles.
- You make every place, no matter how humble, feel like the most welcoming and comforting home.
- How charm just naturally flows out of you; mesmerizing entire rooms.
- Creating magical gardens on simple balconies with wildflowers, roses, jasmine, and fragrant culinary herbs.
- The way you transform fabric into fantastical costumes; making Halloween dreams come true.
- Bringing distant places to life in deep, dark, rich water color; I feel like I will never experience the lighted night boats of Rio the way I have from your painting.
- Teaching me to always look for the answers, seek the truth, and never take anything for granted.
- Taking me to my first political action; helping me understand the importance of standing up in the face of adversity and conflict, in a peaceful and powerful way.
- Always embracing a sense of spirit and adventure, without losing your own individuality.
- Giving me the strength, support, love and guidance, making me the person I am today.
Way to go
Say it whenever you can
Tell someone who listen
See everything when you can
Observe what appeals the most
Travel to the far land
Wander to find the unknown
Walk while going to work
Run to catch your dream
Do what makes you happy
But create what makes others smile…
Our new house
I remember the night our new house burned to the ground,
I remember the lights and sirens of the emergency vehicles,
I remember the smoke billowing out of the front windows,
Cascading like a stream of tears
Slipping away into the night;
I remember watching the neighbours in their tight little aloof group,
Guiltily staring as our house burned down,
Grateful it was us and not them,
I remember the night our new house burned to the ground.
Voices
I hear voices
all around me,
Shadows call
and taunt me
with whispers of
Friendship
Of love
and of joy,
but none of them
are directed
to me.