Posted in Flashback And Memoir, new year, Non-Fiction And Poetry

What Inspires

 

 

Inspirationless not

At peace is what it is

And I understand why

When dirges stop

It’s necessary to have a clothing line

 

Or something else to fall back on

 

But I’m not that kind of famous

So what will I do?

Guess I’ll keep writing

Through hell, high water

Peace on earth

 

For what it’s worth

 

The dryer just stopped

Those clothes I’ll get

Espresso by my side

Grandson in view

Sun shining through though rain was predicted

 

What do they know?

As they say

I’m not worried

Did I tell you I finally ended the dragon game?

What a bust

 

Guess it wasn’t prepared for the level I’d gained

Or winning all leagues

What can I say?

There’s none like me

Really for that matter like you

 

Lazy Saturday

Can’t go wrong

Hey think I still have cartoons

On a VHS tape

Means I still have a player

 

Saturday can’t get better

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Non-Fiction And Poetry

Remember The Tingler

 

Why is my arm tingly though I’m awake

Come back to me stop hurting

I’m moving you’re circulating, gee whiz

Or you should be

I hate this feeling

Small load of laundry on

Wee hours rate’s the best

Favorite show’s not available yet

Someone slammed a door across the hall

Or was it downstairs

Shook the whole place

Washed a few dishes

That helped get my arm back

Well my fingers anyway

They’re the problem

The first three

Feels better

 

Dry hands

Where’s the lotion

Coffee

Sure

You know it

I’ll get there

Right now I’m here

 

Oh

Wash has finished

Guess now’s the time

Hang this and that

The rest in the dryer

And coffee is mine

 

Coffee’s on

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

A Few More Days in February

 

Tired. A long day with sick infants and one was missing, stayed home with a temp, but another might stay home tomorrow. Ready to lay back and let sleep take me. Everyone loves unseasonably warm including the germs that breed themselves into flu.

I’ll get a jumpstart on tomorrow. Nodding a bit as I write.

 

And I did fall asleep. It was impossible to keep my eyes open. Didn’t even put a movie in to help with the cause. Had a mind to watch (fall asleep to) the rest of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn, Olivia de Havilland and Basil Rathbone, one of the greats, but never got there. Maybe after work today.

 

As I’d started to say I’m not fooled by the warm. I know winter will be back and with a vengeance it seems. Freezing drizzle early this morning, below freezing now, will make it to a balmy 32 degrees by this afternoon. Oh, no, I stand corrected… a balmy 33.

 

I’ll dress warm.