Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the inches could melt off my body like a snowflake on a windshield?
Use phrase: “behind the beauty”
When you look into the eyes of someone you love, what do you see? Do you see the mistakes they have made or the troubles they have caused? Maybe it is the good times you see or the love that you feel. Behind the beauty there is so much more to know about the person you love.
Fish should wait
We wait and wait to do what’s right
But isn’t fish that take one bite?
To know that it is their next meal
A worm on a hook is a pretty good deal.
Little do they know that on the end
Is a little hook, not a friend.
And if they bite they will find death
Instead of food, their last breath.
So do not bite the first , just wait.
This time its best to procrastinate.
You really should try and just listen to what is being said.
“Why’s there only one stone that’s a cross?”
“Who knows? Maybe this isn’t a real religious cemetery.”
“But aren’t they all religious in some way?”
“Sure but it depends on the religion. Not all religions want a cross, I don’t think.”
“Well, I sure wouldn’t want some plain old stone.”
So, I was reading through the various blogs that I either follow, or happen to pop up because of a linked blog, and there was a story preceding a poem about three seconds and how that can change everything. Strange but true, and now what?
I was driving along today and a song came on Pandora by Garth Brooks, “The Dance”. If you aren’t familiar with this song check it out on youtube. After I lost my husband last year I used to hear this all the time on my way to and from work and each time I heard it I cried. “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have missed the dance”. The pain of losing my husband is so bad yet I wouldn’t trade my life with him for even a second. I think about him every day and although I have a male friend, a boyfriend, it doesn’t make the pain lessen. For all those who judge, don’t worry I would take my husband back in a heartbeat if I could.
The three second story though hit me harder, because of my son. Unlike Roth Poetry, my son’s accident ended miserably. I don’t write this to make anyone feel bad. I guess I just needed to express that those three seconds for one person are so different for someone else. How can it be?
“This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence“
As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.
Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.
Once upon a time there was a regular family that lived in a regular house with a regular dog. There was a regular mother, regular father, and two regular kids. This family did regular things like going to regular movies and taking regular vacations. One day something happened and the regular family changed. On this day the regular mother got a really good job at a bank so now she was a banker. On this day the regular father got a really good job building houses and now he was a builder. On this day both children went to play with friends in their neighborhood and were now playmates.
With the world turned up it was easy to see that being regular was easier.
Today’s Word of the Day is Jagged.
Jagged rocks slice earth
leaving a crevice too deep.
Beware of the fall.
Meander through land
River making its own mark
leaves a path behind.