Week 43 – Time #1

Is of the Essence

Goes by

Goes fast

Goes out the window

Is all around me

Is on my side

Is running out

Flies when you’re having fun

Flies as you get older

Flies

Time.

Week 42 – Sports #1

Cocoon

Her lips were sweet as honey,

Her eyes were pools of love.

My life was bright like the sun,

My dreams were as true as an arrow.

She loved everything I did…

Including sports.

It started falling apart long ago,

It would never be the same.

She touched his heart, and he touched her mind

I lost it all, and went into seclusion.

Little did I know I was a caterpillar, growing in its cocoon.

When I emerged, I was like Col. Steve Austin –

I was faster, better, stronger.

And everything I had wanted before, was everything that I left in the past.

This was better, and I can thank her for leaving.

Week 41 – Smile #1

Out Dancing

She peeked from behind the door,

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

It wasn’t until I saw her smile, though, that I knew she was really happy to see me.

After a little chitchat and a glass of wine,

We went dancing at the ballroom.

The music was perfect, and the ambiance just right.

We danced and spun, and spun, and spun.

When we were out of breath, we stopped and took a moment to talk.

She was beautiful with her hair pulled up.

I was in awe with the strong lines of her neck and throat.

We danced more until they told us we had to leave.

I took her to my favorite place to watch for shooting stars,

And we necked a little, too.

When I took her home, our kids were asleep.

We went to bed happy, my wife and I.

Week 40 – Bank #2

The River

It was a glorious summer morning –

Dew coated the grass in a sheen of diamonds,

The rising sun set the sky afire.

I sat on the bank of the river, listening to the stories it told.

It hissed stories of its history, of our history, and tales of love and woe.

As it spoke, I closed my eyes,

Painting pictures in my head.

I followed along eagerly, hanging on its every word,

Floating in space,

Carried by the stream.

Above the dun of the water’s voice, the hum of traffic hung in the air.

The day had begun.

Stories told, stories heard.

There will be more tales on other days…

Time to lay my head down to sleep.

And to dream.

 

Week 40 – Bank #1

The Lesson

I hopped to the bank –

Dressed in my pegleg pirate outfit  –

Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.

But the Halloween party was in full swing, and I needed some cash!

It didn’t help that I had recently had throat surgery, and wasn’t allowed to talk.

As I passed a note to the teller, asking for my withdrawal,

I was jumped by security.

It was humiliating.

But it got worse:

I screamed like a little girl, and the other customers started to laugh.

Security had my own pegleg digging in my ribs, and I was squealing like a penned up animal.

Cops showed up, security got off me, and I was immediately cuffed.

The security guard had broken his nose on my wooden sword when he tackled me, so there was blood everywhere.

I was charged for assault and battery!

After the reporters got wind of the story, my picture was plastered all over the city.

Talk about embarrassing!

My co-workers, who were initially pissed that I didn’t show up at the party, had covered my office in the front page news.

How original!

I learned a few lessons that day, but the most important one was never leave your ATM card at home!

Week 39 – Table #2

Hard Night

I lay down my head to sleep…

Big, beautiful sleep.

The nighttime sounds of insects and cars driving down the street waft through the open windows.

I think I’m asleep within moments.

As I stretch awake, I consider dreams that are already fading.

The car crash, the stretcher, the jewelry on the table beside the bed.

My heart races as I sit upright.

Dreams. Just dreams.

The sunlight streams between the blinds.

All is well.

Damn, I slept hard!

Week 39 – Table #1

Extended Summer Weekend

It was like the holidays – everyone sitting around the table, eating, laughing…

Yet, it was different – barbecue, picnic tables and wet kids.

Summer fun was well underway, and nothing brought family together like burgers, dogs, and beer!

There was constant splashing in the swimming pool and the sound of post-corn on the cob teeth-sucking.

The uncles were off to the side, showing the kids how to shoot watermelon seeds, and then letting the kids loose to raise hell.

There were rumors of a water fight, but the uncles put an end to that real quick, by throwing the kids in the pool one after another.

As the night drew closer, no one wanted to go home, so someone started a fire pit, and the Jell-o shots were passed around.

There was some singing (and some caterwauling!), but for the most part, there were stories told and good memories being made.

In the morning, there was some grumbling as each family went their own way –

Some to breakfast, and some back home.

And they were all happy.

Week 38 – Grow #2

The Rally

“I got this,” she said.

Looking her in the eyes, I saw the quiet confidence and stepped aside.

She looked at me again, not sure if she really was ready.

It broke my heart to see her firm her jaw and pull aside the curtains.

The rally was already out of control, and I had a bad feeling.

But she was born for this, and we had all seen her grow in the heat of the lights.

By the time she stepped to the microphone, sirens had begun to wail.

She began to shout. They began to shout.

And a man appeared from the confusion.

He kissed her.

She touched her mouth as if she’d been slapped.

She blindly reached for him and planted a kiss on his lips.

The crowd started laughing, unsure of what was going on.

As the rain started, I could tell that she wasn’t so sure of what to do anymore.

But I was just as stunned as everyone else, and didn’t even think to go after her.

And I realized that I was laughing, too.

Everyone was laughing.

They threw flowers on the stage for her – it was amazing!

And the next day, even the cynical newspapers ran headlines that included the words “love” and “laughter”.

After years of percolating hate between Americans,

A kiss. And laughter.

Diffused the anger and misconceptions.

And for at least one day, it changed the world.