Music became life On a full-size bed where dance Was called by my brother On his electric blue Fender With white highlights and magic. I was just little He was my hero, and is, Though we had our downs, He has gone ahead, but I Think of him often and all The talent carried In someone I could see, touch, Have play songs for me, I guess he jams with those who He could play in such detail. I still love the sound Of music turned up a bit loud My dancing is less Beautiful and precise, but The songs bring me back to life.
Beginning: I was love, Softness in words, deeds, Meeting incessant needs. Time taught: The world, A hard place to fall; My mistakes, misdeeds Caused cruel stinging pain. Learning: Reading, writing, Were who I quickly became. Maladies: Kept home, taught A body could be a traitor. Determination: A semblance Of the best salvaged from rest. Passions: Love came easily For music and dance, Building stories better than my life, Writing poems at every chance. World: Water was my element, I flirted with the hungry magic – Of fire, at many campsites. School: Lessons were not hard, I studied gruelingly, but kids, Were often less than kind, I hurt but pursued devotedly, A well-educated mind. Romance: When invaded, I embraced it and have Never really let it go, I have loved occasionally, And lost much the same, Only bits of my heart Have remained with those Who my passion claimed. Tragedy: I learned a mind Could be shattered and After, rearranged, though Never working quite right; Certain God does miracles, And pieces can be fashioned – Into something precious, if One lives long enough to grow. Mission: I try to learn how to Illustrate lessons I come to know, Loving those who cross my path But I often mess up on the way; I tried, learned it is okay to be me.
I wrote the poem above in my journal. It was much different.
As a PROMPT: Take something you have created, either long past or recently, and do a critical and exhaustive reworking. I usually say calm and ignore your inner critic, but you should allow it out to play at this time.
GRATITUDE: Time spent on the phone with my son, Alex. My being an editor. My ability as a writer. WordPress: It saved my MSN Spaces blog by transferring it to Chronicles. I woke up early enough to put the Explorer out of the rain so the leak would not cause problems.
Prompt: Create something relating to a past time invested with lots of emotion.
Gratitudes: The day is closing. Nothing terrible happened. I figured out why my devices were not writing to SD cards. It was warmer. Memory can be a great escape.
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This morning I was covered in goosebumps and asked him if he had a jacket I could wear. He went upstairs and brought me a sweatshirt.
I asked him if he had heard Barbara’s song off the Songbird album, “Honey, Can I Put On Your Clothes?” He is like a musical encyclopedia and can recite, well, you would not believe.
He said, “No.” So I sang it. Then he asked if I had a shirt like that. I said, not really. He said you can have that one.
Sometimes I am crazier than everything.
We’re not in love No, no, no, we’re not, He is still caught up In memories of her; I try to be someone Freeing him for a time From the constant grind Of all the problems He is called upon To solve each second, Of every single day. He shares his tastes In music, humor, art, I learn sometimes That I am not so strange As I have often thought, There is a contemporary Person who gets The boundless part of me. He helps me with My myriad problems Encouraging me to Continue in my efforts, And our hugs help Us deal with this time Of social isolation; But no, he is not in love And says he never will. I share him with a ghost But somehow, that feels Familiar, it is usually Reversed – so I can deal With it for now, and Perhaps eventually We will find a place In one another’s orbit That allows us to feel What is already there As something real.
This morning at some point, 40,000 households in Douglas County, Georgia, serviced by GreyStone Power lost electrical service. It was after 2 am for me because that is when I went to bed. If you need proof I sleep like the dead; I did not know a thing about it. However, when I woke at 7:30 am, it was very dark. I plotted a path to the restroom with a flashlight and returned to bed.
‘The power will be on when I get back up,’ was my thought as I snuggled in. When I got up at 10:30 am, nothing electrical was working.
Usually, if I have a warning, I charge up everything and make sure I am prepared. This storm, at least for me, came out of nowhere. I do not have a weather radio due to harrowing previous experience with one in my past existence.
At 10:30 am, I was shaken and had nothing that was not sugary to eat. Even my cell phone would not work. You can key the scary music, because this is one of those situations where I am terrified.
I got in the Explorer and drove to the library. God must have known how bad I needed some people, because a young gentleman and lady asked me was it open after I had gone to the door. It was not. We talked a few minutes and agreed our cell phones were out, hers’ being Sprint and mine Boost, which uses Sprint’s towers. They were there to vote, and that was partly my purpose.
I went to town for food and ate at Del Taco’s outdoor table. I had to be where I could see people, even in cars.
I went to Sam’s Club and bought some dog food, drinks, and food. When I returned home – the power was still out. I had perishables in the refrigerator and freezer at risk, plus groceries I had just gotten. I cried and prayed and hoped.
Around 5 pm, the power came on. I have been loving my house and my things since. I have repeatedly said, “Thank you, God!” I am still without computers, but how sweet electricity is.
About that thing where everyone runs to the store to buy sandwich fixings and water, maybe milk, I get it now. Some things will teach you they are true. I got schooled today.
Do not let the weather catch you sleeping, as Boy Scouts say, “Be Prepared!”