And...Happy Birthday me! :) Twenty-four years old. Crazy! Looking forward to an evening at the State Fair (a co-worker recommended the deep fried oreos...but i shudder...we'll see) I think I just want to pet some horses and look at some pies, see what's up. :) And ride the tilt-a-whirl?!?!? A jerk at a shady Fort Worth amusement park made my Mums and aunt sick once on the tilt-a-whirl, but i was young and hearty...he wouldn't stop the ride even though they asked him to and we were the only ones on it. Grrr. But it's my favorite! <3 Picture numero uno is of my fireplace mantle. That's blue-haired Jane and her dog, Willy Wonka, delightful Urthel ale, and other "various and sundries." :)
Today's poem is just a typical "blues scene" (at least, that's what it reminds me of, i could be wrong, i wasn't there...). It's familiar, so perhaps not terribly creative, but i enjoyed being reminded of that sort of era.
Red umbrellas brightening a dreary, dripping gray--
Laughter from a window, lit to keep the blues at bay--
Blushing pink chiffon and silk, the "chink" of crystal glass--
A lone man on the balcony, in smoke, and flicking ash.
Delicacy, giddyness, the bubbly kind of bliss
(The kind that leads to madness or an uncommitted kiss).
Where are the hidden saxophones--the soul, the grit, the heat?
They're fused to muddied alleyways, and married to the street.
I like the way that the poem has a jazzy beat to it. It really does evoke a certain mood. Very cool!
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