tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post739779144183135070..comments2024-03-24T11:17:10.498-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 Minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-7846366356256462842017-05-27T06:51:32.741-07:002017-05-27T06:51:32.741-07:00You've caught that empty moment with honesty a...You've caught that empty moment with honesty and detail... it's a universal feeling, I think.... and you draw us into it well. Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-56078028338284224222017-05-27T06:45:38.678-07:002017-05-27T06:45:38.678-07:00A resonant silence filled the house. He wasn't...A resonant silence filled the house. He wasn't accustomed to being there alone and for a moment he felt out of place, as though he was intruding on somebody else's home. Annette was always here, even when he wasn't, and for him to be here now was unthinkable.<br /><br />He missed her.<br /><br />Today was the first day of a new life. A life he'd not chosen. If he'd had the choice he would have opted for anything but this, he thought.<br /><br />Their bed was still unmade, he'd noticed. Then he'd corrected himself: His bed. It would all be up to him now, even the duty of keeping it warm. It was too large for him, he knew, the area to the right of his space on the mattress empty now as it had been last night. He'd tried to extend himself into it but it'd been as though he was encroaching onto her place, thinking he was trying to tell her he was over her now, when he knew he never would be. He'd slept in the chair instead, watching over the place they'd dreamed together, knowing it was better this way, knowing he'd feel more at ease here, knowing there was no empty place to reach out into only to discover she was gone.<br /><br />And every time he did that it was like the first.Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-76882820486594887422017-05-27T05:50:14.482-07:002017-05-27T05:50:14.482-07:00Thank you! I started at 11pm so bit late & hit...Thank you! I started at 11pm so bit late & hit the sack at midnight. Was listening to Whiskey Myers & I think it put me in a romantic mood lol!vickiejohnstonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947507866512596346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-73726595127025120472017-05-26T19:45:33.933-07:002017-05-26T19:45:33.933-07:00A lovely piece. "She believed in things like ...A lovely piece. "She believed in things like life after death, like ghosts, like guardian angels. That he still lived in the brushstrokes, in the nerve endings of her face where he’d almost, almost touched her." Beautiful. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-7462831881081389572017-05-26T19:42:31.899-07:002017-05-26T19:42:31.899-07:00Well done! Surprise. Well done! Surprise. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-83045699414944709382017-05-26T19:41:24.361-07:002017-05-26T19:41:24.361-07:00Love the form of this. And the "be careful wh...Love the form of this. And the "be careful what you wish for" moral. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-58073280387809150152017-05-26T19:39:14.986-07:002017-05-26T19:39:14.986-07:00Beautifully penned, a wonderful tribute. I'll ...Beautifully penned, a wonderful tribute. I'll add to what Dan said..."...not stolen. Offered on altars of hope and desperation."<br /><br />And Dan, small world! I was born in Clarendon, off of Route 50, North Barton Street. I could see the Monument from my front porch, hear the Carillon every day. Walk to Lady Bird Island and the Iwo Jima Statue. Did you ever eat at Mario's Pizza House! Oh the memories. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-26851987848907937252017-05-26T19:31:36.539-07:002017-05-26T19:31:36.539-07:00Wonderful! Don't EVER forget the coffee. <3...Wonderful! Don't EVER forget the coffee. <3 Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-7377016544602389172017-05-26T19:29:37.072-07:002017-05-26T19:29:37.072-07:00So sweetly pure and innocent. I'm teary.So sweetly pure and innocent. I'm teary. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-87034300989397133192017-05-26T19:28:22.987-07:002017-05-26T19:28:22.987-07:00Stampeding ways...
Such a visceral piece, grabs yo...Stampeding ways...<br />Such a visceral piece, grabs you around the throat and doesn't let go. So well done, Dan. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04072039240272422354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-76396019716378868762017-05-26T18:28:05.747-07:002017-05-26T18:28:05.747-07:00OMG...OMG...Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-20187023409428720502017-05-26T17:52:01.721-07:002017-05-26T17:52:01.721-07:00Great sensory details!Great sensory details!Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-54900810141183763432017-05-26T17:51:21.232-07:002017-05-26T17:51:21.232-07:00LOVE it. Totally sucked in.LOVE it. Totally sucked in.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-5366808880481829242017-05-26T17:44:51.161-07:002017-05-26T17:44:51.161-07:00Wow. I was riveted. Love the thread of the coffee ...Wow. I was riveted. Love the thread of the coffee through it, the images of the cold concrete and the "normal, decent" people who make the infrastructure work.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-56474058558673969872017-05-26T17:06:34.621-07:002017-05-26T17:06:34.621-07:00Ahhh... so beautiful, and I am particularly in lov...Ahhh... so beautiful, and I am particularly in love with the third stanza... the double entendre of "second-handed chord" is perfect.Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-9324169387247362482017-05-26T17:05:19.311-07:002017-05-26T17:05:19.311-07:00sigh... I'm so glad you're back to sharing...sigh... I'm so glad you're back to sharing your poetry... this was lovely, and bittersweet.Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18061233065836428632017-05-26T17:04:23.213-07:002017-05-26T17:04:23.213-07:00Well THAT was chilling! ::making note to not hang ...Well THAT was chilling! ::making note to not hang out with Tamara in her backyard::Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-33888534156800319752017-05-26T17:03:17.091-07:002017-05-26T17:03:17.091-07:00So real I can feel the heat of that fire and its c...So real I can feel the heat of that fire and its coals... nicely done!Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-90217579372810575652017-05-26T15:36:31.868-07:002017-05-26T15:36:31.868-07:00Walking
He practised the art of forgetting in th...Walking <br /><br />He practised the art of forgetting in the time of stillness<br />Where the widest lines seemed to promise desolation<br />If he stayed long enough, tried hard enough, in his<br />Unfathomable desire to escape into an echo of bliss<br /><br />He sees himself sometimes, a fleeting glimpse of sometimes,<br />When nothing is and the playing brings only emptiness - <br />This loitering in a life drifting into days of commonplace<br />Against a background song reminiscing in a broken key.<br /><br />Here the dusted wind blows in on the second-handed chord,<br />Cleft in his fist is the starstruck face that the moon left behind<br />On a January night when the sea turned black against an iced earth,<br />His footsteps cursed in the art of sleepwalking through his life<br /><br />This is desolation’s severed promise of a blood-red emptiness,<br />The heart scooped out and wrung so dry beneath a faithless sun,<br />Leaving the spider-web loneness of something so real it hurt<br />Lost in the years left behind, scattered like dandelions blown.<br />vickiejohnstonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947507866512596346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-12186221956130791482017-05-26T15:08:26.637-07:002017-05-26T15:08:26.637-07:00Linger
You know the glass reveals your smile
Try ...Linger<br /><br />You know the glass reveals your smile<br />Try as you will to hide it away<br />I can see it even in this dark<br />When the sea breaks and splits the light in two.<br /><br />If I kiss the curve will you stay?<br />If I turn and walk away will you follow?<br /><br />These days are meant for learning<br />Awakening thoughts in me I’d forgotten<br />Lost in a drift upon a breath of yesterday<br />These things I touch to find them gone<br />And yet your smile remains<br />Calling me to remember and forget the rest.<br />vickiejohnstonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947507866512596346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-69650326173183102622017-05-26T15:04:24.117-07:002017-05-26T15:04:24.117-07:00Distance
Somewhere in the sands I catch an echo
O...Distance<br /><br />Somewhere in the sands I catch an echo<br />Of where you walked in the yesterday<br />Kicking up dust in the arch of memory<br />Only to vanish in the buttercup misted dawn<br /><br />No more sound in the disintegrating sun<br />A flash upon the roar of a wave of ebbing fate<br />I spread my fingers through the chill of it<br />Summoning something long forgotten anew.<br />vickiejohnstonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947507866512596346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-59137130706401606012017-05-26T14:58:41.902-07:002017-05-26T14:58:41.902-07:00Oh, I love this. FREEDOM...and then...sigh.Oh, I love this. FREEDOM...and then...sigh.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-76594596566241956582017-05-26T14:57:19.530-07:002017-05-26T14:57:19.530-07:00Leland, this is beautiful. Leland, this is beautiful. Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-21212576685884499432017-05-26T14:56:01.282-07:002017-05-26T14:56:01.282-07:00Ha...and ouch.Ha...and ouch.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-68743822659823799242017-05-26T14:55:30.552-07:002017-05-26T14:55:30.552-07:00Awww. That's marvelous.Awww. That's marvelous.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.com