Never Underestimate…

 

What do I want to say today? Good morning world… yes but how?

 

 

 

Good morning world!

Ha!

 

 

Looking over old posts I thought maybe I’d take something out, dust it off and see what I could make of it whether expand on it, turn it into a different story or add a chapter where there weren’t any. I’m looking out at the rain that wasn’t supposed to be until 10 a.m. at 20 minutes to 7 right now. Spring does what spring does having the responsibility of waking up plants and making things grow. Is it responsibility or just something that happens naturally? Is that such a ridiculous question? Nothing too heavy to contemplate in the morning; I have the week off after all.

 

So here are a couple, and with them I might decide what to do – oh dear, rhyming.No, it doesn’t rhyme now that I changed from “here’s a few” to “a couple”.  Well, why not I say as the sun begins to shine.  Esse quam videre, better to be than seem (to be or not) – always liked that.

 

Standing Up For Your Kids: Soft Cloth (AKA Take That!)

 

“When I first sent the friend request, there was a bit of relish behind the notion of telling you off. I decided it wasn’t worth it, not that at times there aren’t things that need be said. Then I thought I’d start a healing process. Healing for what exactly? We’ve never been friends. After what you did to my son we’re never going to be. Any salutation or good will wish would be false on my part. I have no desire to extend my arm around you and say, “Let bygones be bygones.” As victims of a pre-meditated attempted murder, I don’t think we owe you, the perpetrator, anything.

 

All this to say I’m removing you from my friends list. I guess something was said after all. So much for the soft cloth mom theory. If you wish to use any of this for personal or professional dissertation, you must purchase the rights to my property from me first.”

 

 

An Unfinished Writing Challenge

 

“She closed the book, placed it on the table and finally decided to walk through the door. There was no back deck and she fell face first in the mud. She awoke with a nudge… nudge… nudge. Standing over her was a T-Rex with long arms. He smiled. ‎”My name is Rogue. Are you ok?” “Huh?” Stunned by the fall she slurred, “You talk… y-yh-yhoo talh… k.” Her eyes rolled back, her body went limp. She dreamt of falling in darkness.”

 

 

 

I don’t know. Let’s see what I come up with…

 

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Day-Walker

 

 

The espresso lid creaks

A crypt keeper’s lair

A tarnished 6-cup

Broken handle from unnatural strength

 

Or someone had the flame too high

It burned off

 

My kept secret what I bear

Cold water I pour

To one single bolt

Grandma said iced makes the best

 

Then the basket where it’s captive

Is filled to the rim with tamper tap-tap

 

Boiling bubbles will rise

After it’s dropped in

Drowning it will survive

Turn the top that it’s tight

 

A coffin creaks as opening begins

Disturbs sleep

Specifically mine

But it’s done, finally

 

Not the coffee yet

But preliminary process

 

As the fire kindles below

Reddened blaze it will grow

Unbearable to touch snap it low

Where’d the potholders go?

 

That’s what I get

Being organized overrated yet

 

I must feed to survive

Fresh ground grinds infuse the room

The blood is the life

Mine feeling better soon

 

 

Mirrored

 

 

 

I gave up putting on my face years back

A crusade of my making one could say

Mirrors were given away

Not the bathroom medicine chest

Of gold no, but functional

Tear it off the wall would leave a gaping space

Shelves exposed

Better closed thus

Leaving more time together

No need for them to cry and wait

Not understanding why the paint

So beautiful was she

Secure happily we played

An extra hour we’d gained

 

But that was then

 

These days

 

At the head of a class

I stand before a crowd

But they don’t like what they see

Their demons awake

That before slumbered uninterrupted

They come, manifest groggily

Darkness filling broad day

Boney fingers reach for my nape

Thumb pressure squeeze

Eyes popping I speak anyway

A teacher silent cannot be

That would be me

 

Their young faces change

I look into dead eyes

Weren’t they alive

Nothing of light remains

Except for what’s mine

It blazes within me bright

With passions I shine

Beacons turn

The room is filled

All at the same time

But holds nothing in this place

 

Now welcomed to hell

They know and they leer

Some sneer and hiss

Aware I stand my ground

And bide what is time man made

Until their demons freed are returned

Resting back in cavern’s cave deep

The deeper the better

For me anyway

There let them stay

Though forgotten the worse so they say

When the night demons visit

Makes no sense to take fright