Sharing a poem with you today. Dark self or someone real? You decide.
SHE DRESSED IN BLACK She dressed in black The scar on her cheek Was from an unknown attack. She laughed at my Pastel-colored shirt. Her baby talk and tattoos Incongruent with her smirk. As she lit her cigarette She asked me why I was so naïve. To think I could Break away From this Structure that was Destined to me. "Besides," she asked "Could you live without The luxury you’ve known?" She said, "Give me a call When you’re ready To go." Then she kicked at a stone With her Doc Marten toe. Her laughter fell flat On the side of the road. Her sarcasm Crawled beneath my skin And lingered... Daring me to begin.
image source: Photo by Abdiel Ibarra on Unsplash
It’s surprising to me that we’ve quickly reached a point in this flu crisis of considering re-opening the economy. For example, two of our least hit Canadian provinces have already rolled out a re-opening plan. It makes us hopeful in spite of the risk. Won’t it be nice to get back to normal. But we all have different opinions on this.
I’ve had a fondness for pajamas for as long as I can remember. As a young child I recall mourning my pajamas when my mother confiscated them. She had decided they were too small for me. Just because my arms and legs were extending far beyond the leg and arm holes? I beg of you. Have mercy on a child who loves her pajamas. When I went in search of the trash bag I suspected contained my worn out pajamas, I found gold. Those pajamas lasted another year.
Sharing…a poem for you today in honor of Earth Day. Not a pretty picture but a reality we see daily.
My challenge response to Colleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge; synonyms only. The two words colleen has given for the challenge are fancy and idea. Without using the words but using only their synonyms, I have written a Tanka poem:
One Bite
I had a notion
To cook a grandiose meal
For my ex-lover
One bite of lace-like latkes and
He would aim to undress me
-LT
Feel free to join in the challenge. Have fun with words.
Have you ever cooked for someone with the idea of seduction?
Welcome to Part II of my art journey and the lessons I’ve learned. Do check out Part I, if you haven’t yet.
In the years leading up to today, I have learned many lessons from this journey. Not just about studio space design, or perfect lighting or the fact that when I get a studio, something happens whereby I have to leave it behind…but the lessons I want to share with you now are deeper than the space I create in.
In case you didn’t know, I’m an artist. It’s not something I’ve talked about here in any depth, until now.
My journey began with drawing and painting classes when my kids were in school. It’s been quite the journey; both in length of time and lessons I’ve learned along the way. I’ve shared a few images of my paintings here. I will share more in this post and part II to come.
I was out for a walk on Sunday, minding my social distance. I walked through a schoolyard which was completely empty. There were tennis courts and baseball fields at the other end. The tennis courts, I’d noticed have been kind of busy lately.
This makes sense since you can play and maintain social distance from each other.
But I noticed there were four men on one court playing ‘doubles’. I also noticed all of their sport bags, coats and water bottles in one big pile by the court. I was amazed. There didn’t seem to be a single care about spreading the virus. So much for self quarantine.
What a silly decision.
Naturally, I wrote a poem about it.
Tennis In the Time of Corona Virus
Never before has
Doubles tennis looked so sinister
The men leapt, reached and ducked
On the court
I imagine sweat and saliva
Dripping from one to the other
The handsome young men
Not a care in the world
For the spread of a virus
With no cure
Caution to the wind
As their rackets swung
Next week one of them
Will lose their sense of taste
Break a fever and reminisce
In isolation, of his victory
On the court of death
His friends will follow suit
Strong, athletic men
If only they had played
Singles tennis
They may have lived another day
But they jeered a virus
That cannot be contained
All for a game
and shameless exhibition
of who is the best
But mother nature
She doesn’t play around
Nor should we
In the time of Corona Virus
Stay healthy everyone and if you play tennis, make sure you stick to singles game.
How are you getting your exercise during self quarantine?
We’re in this thing together…
It’s hard to not panic when you read or hear the word PANdemIC. It has the word built right in. Pandemic definition: “an outbreak of a disease that occurs over a wide geographic area and affects an exceptionally high proportion of the population : a pandemic outbreak of a disease.”
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