Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Expression– Revisited
Happy November.
In a curated version of the wayback machine, today I bring you a Words on Images post from November 2011. I somewhat randomly selected it after a period of exploration through the archives of images I used in my first three years of Relative Something. What a long interesting trip it has been.
Expression
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Words on Images
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Dressed
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best vest
in the west
fits over my chest
just to test
in jest
if it’s better
than the rest
except that it’s not
not by a long shot
missed the spot
the one she bought
is way too taut
left me fraught
and I forgot
it’s probably too hot
for me to be dressed
in such classy attire
to what do I aspire
decked out like a fire
dancing on a wire
looking like some kind of liar
a square wheel in a round tire
bouncing down this dirt road
carrying a heavy load
a positively charged electrode
threatening to explode
in a lame attempt to goad
some reaction à la mode
the least I could do
dressed to the nines
remember the times
the costume defines
the extent of my whines
constrained tweed confines
tight wrinkle lines
stretching the best vest
ever to grace my chest
I never would have guessed
how other people’s zest
helps me feel blessed
no matter how I’m dressed
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Behavior
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what is going on
around here
this year
that makes any sense
discernible sense
to informed people
or last year
for that matter
last six years
last hundred years
ask the planet
how it’s going
wait
don’t bother
it’s been telling us all along
but we don’t listen
or we do
but don’t respond
adequately
we muddle
brilliantly
word salads as art
successfully sprinkling love
on happy occasions
helping hands
in times of disastrous need
forgetting to follow the money
that is driving calamity
shortsightedness
wrongheaded fears
and basic human shortcomings
weaving a fabric
deleterious to the very society
societies wish to preserve
to be anti anti-something or other
becoming a fashion statement
lacking logic
seeking a forest without the trees
assuming the sun is spinning around us
because it looks like it does
day after day
hateful behavior becoming acceptable
because
why not
it’s what’s been going on
around here
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Impeccable
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friends
a milestone birthday
fine dining
The St. Paul Grill
impeccable evening
shared Caesar Salad
signature dressing, baked croutons
Salmon, perfectly done
topped with seven spice butter on a bed of sautéed spinach
what a sauce, a jamboree of flavors
shared sides
Hash Browns
with bacon and white onions
Asparagus Spears
perfectly, perfectly cooked
Creamed Spinach
two bites of her Bourbon Pork Chop
one of his fries
a bite of her Filet
medium, with mushrooms
three shared desserts
bittersweet chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle, ice cream, more chocolate
immensely satisfying
did I mention
impeccable?
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Past
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driving past the crow
that was standing on the side of the road
it is hard to know
if there is someone in particular
who knows where it lives
or will care when it dies
looking back at the stack of cars in the mirror
having successfully passed
the pokey driver at the front
watching the distance between us
grow
my hubris needs control
in the early foggy hours of a Monday
on the way home
from the lake
listening to a random shuffle of songs
auto-magically algorithm-ly selected
to fit the mood of the moment
sending miles and minutes flying
into the past
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