The “Isle of Capri” scent
wafting from the Lampe Berger
was supposed to ensure
you
didn’t
walk up the stairs and ask,
“What’d you burn?”
Perhaps I’ve used this strategy
once too often?
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I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using… (cough)
The dorm rang with
youthful enthusiasm.
We were learning to live,
expanding our limits,
and searching for a future.
So many years
and you are different
and the same.
We’re still learning,
expanding our limits,
contemplating our journeys,
and the next turn of the road.
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Had a nice visit with folks I attended college with thirty years ago. So much is different, but so much remains the same whenever you meet old friends, doesn’t it? (It’s that ‘time has pleats’ thing again!)
I am confetti:
bits and pieces
tumbling from the heights
caught in the breeze,
old fashioned,
messy,
celebratory,
completely extraneous
paper joy.
I want you.
Despite all the objections,
inspections, rejections,
imperfections,
my predilection
is you.
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Just think all the things the poet could be addressing here. Is the ‘you’ a lover, a baby, a puppy, a great pair of shoes…? 😉 What is your predilection?
Small voices
fill the sky with
red and white laughter
and waving maple leaves.
Her eyes twinkling with fervour
I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.
Without preamble she leapt into analysis
of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.
The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised
and I offered a half smile and shrug,
as graciously she said
“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;
dismissing the devotee withdrawing
on her delighted sighs.
The boat bumps
against the wharf
and the tourist boy
grins and offers his hand
inviting the hometown girl
to enjoy novelty
as old as time.
This post came up when I asked for a random post. It made me chuckle, so I thought I’d share it with you, being as there are some ten thousand more of you reading my posts now, than did back when I first posted it! 🙂 Enjoy!
I have just had a shocking epiphany. Once upon a time when I was in elementary school, I had a wild crush on a scrawny, goofy nerd. When I looked back at this memory while I was writing Grace Awakening, I had a sense of moral superiority over my affection for the kid. He had his talents, sure, and a sense of humour to boot, but he wasn’t building his biceps in the gym after school and he wasn’t going to be signed in any model search. In fact, I built the first meeting of Ben and Grace on the foundations of this premise: that her first sight of him has no impact because he’s “just another band dweeb to pass in the halls,” until he starts playing his music and she loses herself in the unexplicable connection as their destinies entwined. It was important that there was no attraction before…
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