The Ring

This was inspired by a poem which was inspired by a story which was inspired by a young boy on a bus holding a dogs collar.

He holds her wedding ring
Remembering the water shift tones
As he washed away the color or her

The cold gold.
No substitute for the feel of her radiant hand
Between his fingers.

The tears start
The Wail
She will never dry those tears again
Never comfort the heart

So:

He lifts his child and rocks her,
inadequate,
but all that is left to guide her back
from the maze of grief.

Time for a Break

Cacophony of voices fill the room with bodies in every position:

Standing, sitting, squatting

Adults

more difficult to control than children.

Silence sweeps across the hall.

Dust bunnies of finishing conversations remain.

Diving into lecture she scares away the last bunny.

Hopping to its hole of politeness.

Information flows

but food has obstructed the ears.

Ideas are sucked in but the vacuum is clogged

A lack of power

A small cough

And dust spurts out again.

Motors are slowing down

Almost out of oil

Brain seized

Time for a rest

Time for a break

Trembling

          Why do I shake at the tree of the populous?
          A leaf falling from the branch of a poplar.
          Blown by a wind of people screaming the details of their life.

Hypocrite

I write of myself

I think of myself

I'm concerned for my health

I see myself as a sensitive soul

Yet I have no belief in a soul

          I hate entitlement

          Everyone is an expert, an artist, must be heard

          My ideas are artistic and I should be heard

I'm a joke!!!

Everyone is laughing but it's not me they are laughing at because their every thought is of themselves.

And so I shake

alone and afraid

Falling

Forever

PHONY

FALSE

FAKE