Love poem, take two

I started this for microfiction friday and it was harsh.  Not exactly right.  This is closer.
(I'm either a) quite brave, 2) quite silly, c) sleep deprived - AGAIN)


I'll tell you that I'll never change
You'll promise me you will
But who knows what the moons will bring
What hides beyond the hills?

Everything in life must change
And all remains the same
And trying to avoid that truth
Can only lead to pain

This moment now is all we have
So love me now and here
Fierce and strong and gentle
Til there's nothing left to fear.

And maybe you'll convince me
(Though impossible to do)
That I am worth the loving
And then I can love you, too.

Write a story in 140 characters and then let Susan (http://www.stonyriver.ie/)  know you came to play.

The water volume is OK and I love the spontaneity, but the curl is lacking that certain je ne sais quoi. Overall I’d give this wave a five.

Sunday 160

"Yes, it's a little gun," she spoke far too calmly. "And  you know all about little guns don't you?"  His smile slid off his face as her aim slid down his body.



http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-160-dont-shoot.html#linksThe Sunday 160 Challenge uses only 160 characters including spaces.  Keep on schedule, post only on Sunday and let Monkey Man know via a post to his site. Visit at least one other Sunday 160.

Seeing Things For the First Time Again (One Moment)

The following is a re-run of a post from a year or so ago.  Professor B. Worm's blog on one life changing moment encouraged me to post it. 

My sister had to hold me, I didn't have glasses yet.

One of my earliest memories is Papa carrying me from the car to the house the day I got my first pair of glasses. He set me down inside the front door and I just stood there looking around, soaking it in. My mother says I couldn't possibly remember it because I was only two years old, but I don't think you forget the first time you see things as they really are.

The brown floors were individual pieces of wood with lighter and darker grains. The pink blobs on the wall of the bathroom were flamingos standing on only one of their spindley legs. Trees had leaves - individual leaves. There were just so many more little things making up larger things.

People would ask my parents how they got me to leave the glasses on, after all I was just a toddler. But I was a toddler who could finally see. And vision is a great motivator. I wish I would have saved every pair of glasses I've ever had. It would be fun to see how lenses and fashions changed. I'm sure if I tried on my first glasses now, I wouldn't be able to see at all, even though they clarified things so well 53 years ago.

We all look through lenses all the time. We look through the lens of our culture, our upbringing, our beliefs. And we change. The lens that made things clear in our childhood may really muddle reality now. And that's ok. We outgrow our beliefs the way I outgrew my glasses.

We never get to the point in life that we no longer need to check our prescriptions. Usually vision changes so insiduously that we don't realize we aren't seeing clearly until we get new lenses. Then it's just amazing.
Seeing things as they really are is an experience we never outgrow.

Graduating from Fifth Grade

Fifth Grade Fay

There are lots of scary things in this world. But nothing Stephen King can come up with can match a fifth grade girl.


Not my daughter, you understand. My daughter was the exception that makes the rule. That goes without saying. But there was a little Satanette in her class who made my angel's life miserable for no good reason. The Evil One demanded that my angel give her a hamster for her birthday. . . . or else.

The or else turned out to be turning Satanette wannabes against my angel. They made fun of her perfectly darling yellow polka dot outfit and her huge black hair bow and her precious bottle bottom eyeglasses. They were only jealous, of course, but it's hard to believe that when you're surrounded by the pure evil that is fifth grade.

A horrible herd of eleven year olds from hell can ignore you until icicles hang from your ears or they can burn you up with flaming words. They can twist and crunch and down right make up things about you and before you can say cheerleading tryouts you'll start believing there is something fundamentally wrong with you.

Luckily for the perpetuation of humankind, fifth grade doesn't go on for ever. Well, not for most of us anyway. And we grow out of wanting to ruin the lives of people whose mother's won't allow them to buy us hamsters. We move on.
We become much more sophisticated, more grown up. Which is to say we don't need to bully or gang up on people any more. Unfortunately, it seems that many people don't need to do it any less, either. I think a little bit of fifth grade girl remains in everyone. Some people retain an extra portion, it seems, even when they become adult professionals.

Now I've never been one to advocate growing up all that much. I don't see much future in it. But I think getting rid of the fifth grade evil in ourselves is a worthy goal.

It's time to play "Write a story in 55 words". When you do, be sure to let the G-Man know  (http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/)

(Hey, does poetry count?)


I said, "I’ll tell you that I’ll never change,


And you'll promise me you will."

But who knew what the moons would bring,

What lay beyond the hills?



My Love, everything in life will change

And all remains the same

We do well to remember

It’s always just a game.

Don't It Always Seem To Go. . .

You don't know what you got till it's gone.

Gazillions of people just go along breathing and drinking and sleeping and pooping as if there is never going to be an end to them, as if it's no big deal. And then one day, poof!  You can't sleep or there's some little problem like a flood and your community doesn't have clean water. Or your bowels just go on strike. Or, like my friend, you can't breathe without help.  Then it becomes a very big deal. The biggest deal.

There are people all around sleeping and getting clean water from a tap.  People who don't even slow down for a sale on Colon Blow and who breathe without thinking a thing about it. Ungrateful fools!

If you had at least 7 hours of sleep last night, 8 glasses of clean water, a good poop and can fill your lungs with air, you should get on your knees (if they still bend) and thank the Universe. 
Eat your spinach, my friends, because there are children in China without food. And that's all I have to say about that.