Were I she, she me,/
I would have invited me/
to her friend’s party.
Posts Tagged ‘party’
Carpe Diem Solus Man: Revolutionary Free Verse Lament
April 5, 2013Should I rage
At again
(or still)
Being told
How much I’m missed,
How much I’m needed,
How much I’m thought of;
But when the time comes,
When the opportunity’s there,
When the shot’s ready
To be taken,
I’m forgotten,
Ignored,
Or worse,
Excused away,
Made to believe that
IF
Things were different,
And IF
I had “been there”,
And IF
I’d been more proactive,
The great chance
Would have been mine?
Should I be mad, sad, frustrated?
Or should I just accept
That’s who I am,
That’s how I’m thought of,
That’s the world’s view
of solo mio;
That I’m some invisible
Nothing
Who has such a vast array
Of kind feelings,
Such a tender heart,
such a positive nature,
That people expect
That they can party
And dance
And hold the parade
Without me.
That I’ll just watch,
Face pressed against
The second story window,
As others play,
Until at last
I grow tired
Of being left out,
again,
as I was.
Then I go out
And create my own magic,
Alone,
As I always have,
As I’ve always been,
Carpe Diem Sōlus Man.
My Canvas, Your Muse: Romantic Email Limerick
September 16, 2010My first email to someone was, I thought, poetic. It’s followed by a response to her return email, and a improv limmerick
(sent Sept. 16, 2010, 11:47 am.)
How 2 Xplain reading your entire profile
It made my fingers tremble?
It fired my imagination?
It dropped me to my knees in gratitude?
It caused my jaw to first drop, then hurt because I was smiling so broadly?
It made me wonder if our first date could be a picnic on the beach, followed by dancing under (not with) the stars, in the sand?
It made me ask myself: “What do I have to do to be introduced to this fascinating goodness?!?”
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My writing, like my personality, is deep, heart-felt, often humorous if the mood strikes (which it often does), but also sincere and, sometimes, intense.
Art is like that. Creativity is like that. Sincere. Heart-felt. Intense.
Some artists create with metal and stone, using drills, heat and tools to shape and mold their wares.
Some use canvas and brush to create visions of beauty.
My canvas is your computer screen.
A keyboard is my pallet to give words meaning.
And you have been my Muse today,
for which gift I can only say:
Thank you, for thoughts gentle and serene.
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[Postlude: We met, in person, at an apple cider pressing party near her home. We spoke briefly, awkwardly, as I helped with the cider press, the sterilization, the work of making apple cider, and she mingled with the other guests.
I haven’t seen her since.]
