At the Movies

At the Movies

Looked up too late and so I missed
the moment that the lovers kissed.
Taking a break, I closed my eyes.
Missed seeing how the hero dies.

Paresthesia setting in
caused me to take a little spin
for five minutes or maybe ten
to the lobby and back and then

when I got back, the credits started.
So as everyone departed,
I left as well, regretting so
how I had missed most of the show.

With old film cameras, when the bulb flashed,
it produced something that would last.
A photo mounted in a book
gave something upon which to look.

But movies are impermanent.
Moment after moment went
into the past, so if one blinked,
what they had missed became extinct.

That’s why next time I didn’t go
when invited to the show.
I stayed at home and had a nap,
my photo album in my lap.

 

Prompts today are look up, missed, paresthesia, bulb and old film camera.

FOTD Mar 22, 2022

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Story Time at the Library

Story Time at the Library

Cluster here around me. Cross Your legs. Open your mind.
I’m going to tell you stories of a slightly silly kind.

Or lie back on the carpet, close your eyes and try to see
all the varied images that are going to be.

We’ll be crossing to another land where we can be whatever
each of us may want to be: beautiful, brave or clever.

Light the bulbs above your head. Imagine what you hear.
For the next half hour or so, you’l be “there” and not “here.”

In imagination’s magic land, all your dreams come true.
Climb aboard my story train and I’ll share it with you.

And now as then, the crowd being both clever and magnanimous,
They decided they’d all come along. The voting was unanimous.

And so the children climbed aboard to hear a tale or two—
precisely the same stories in the past that I told you.

 

Prompt words today are clustercrossing, bulb, unanimous and carpet,

Early Morning Hibiscus: FOTD Mar 21, 2022

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Curves

 

For Lens Artists Challenge #191: Curves

Thoughts on Mortality, 3 A.M.

Thoughts on Mortality, 3 A.M.

As my thoughts of death have become more voluminous,
idle reflections have turned much more numinous.
Vigorous fears of my shortness of breath
cause me to reflect on my upcoming death.

Derisory comments from friends that I’m fine
do nothing to quell these absurd fears of mine.
They’re turning me crotchety. Nerves are on edge.
I feel that I’m teetering close to the edge.

I’m Impervious to reason. These thoughts fill my mind
I wonder what sort of relief I could find?
My mind’s set on replay. I’m stuck in a groove
because immortality’s so hard to prove!

Prompts today are crotchety, impervious, derisory and vigorous.


For Cee’s FOTD.

Nailed!!! (Variations)

For the Weekly Challenge Weekend Prompt: Variations

Innovation Blues: Same But Different, Mar 19, 2022

 

Innovation Blues

Every  new thing I attempt
is met with all the world’s contempt.

I rush about, but still I tend
to fall back down as I ascend.

The lake of tears leaked from my eyes,
my arid life cannot revise.

I never seem to have the knack
to learn what skills I seem to lack.

So woe is me, though well-rehearsed,
each new attempt is promptly cursed.

 

For the Same but Different prompt, Christine wants us to use not the following words,

  1. try
  2. dash
  3. climb
  4. pool
  5. change

but synonyms for them. Fun prompt!.

Forgotten Words

 

Forgotten Words

Sometimes a certain word just doesn’t clink.
It doesn’t fit in in the place where we think.
It’s not in our lexicon. We can’t remember.
Not only won’t spark. There’s not even an ember
of inspiration to trigger a thought.
We only remember what it is not.

What could be therapeutic at bringing it in
from where it’s been ostracized. What about gin?
A good stiff martini might loosen our brain
and help us remember what it means again.

It hangs somewhere in back like a not-much-worn pendant,
covered up by more popular, less independent
words more ubiquitous, used every day.
More popular, funny and modern and gay.

But somewhere in the shadows, in the back of our mind
are words we’ve forgotten of the long-ago kind,
ready to pop out in most unlikely times
when we’ll use them in novels and stories and rhymes.

Then they’ll shake out their wrinkles and rub off their rust
And rejoin the world, leaving footprints of dust
in the minds of all readers, who for sure when they read them
will use them again when they happen to need them.

Prompts today are clink, lexiconostracize, independent and  therapeutic,