- on the desk my lamp and my sunglasses have come alive
light shines down like a blessing
a lamplight baptism
which my sunglasses are no doubt the better for--
they reflect the loving glow faithfully
it gives them depth and meaning, a personality
a primitive wisdom--
the lamp's reflection like an eye looking back at me
from within the lenses
from beyond them
the key to a memory, perhaps
for my sunglasses have many memories
a dog on either side
warming my legs
under the covers
upon which this laptop stays
Flags poem on it
My response to his plea
"We've heard you my friend
Rome wasn't built in a day" The humidifier hums
The light bounces around
From the snow that shimmers
All over the ground
It's early but still
I can already hear
The children on sleds
The snow crunching like gears I should probably get up
Take a shower and shave
If I don't make some calls
Then I won't get paid
I need to shovel the drive
Should be careful about it
Seems every year there's
Someone dies as they plow it
What irony that would be
For my heart to quit
Snow in the south
I moved away from that shit
But if my heart should fail
Shovel in hand
Please tell my son
I was a good man Tell him that yesterday
I help push peoples cars
Up icy hills so they could
Get to the bars
Tell him I once saved his aunt
From drowning in the lake
Tell him I'd wait for my bite
Till everyone had cake If my heart should give out
On this sunny white day
There are so many things
I will have wanted to say
To my wife, you're the shizzle
So smart, funny and kind
Though my heart is now stopped
You're still my valentine What could have prevented
my early demise?
What could have allowed
My love to thrive?
If I never got up
And shoveled the drive
stayed in bed reading Hubski
I'd still be alive
I've held some boring jobs in the past, and one of the ways I got through the day was to bring the inanimate to life - oh, the love stories between the table and the potted bush, and his hidden motives of letting his lover fall to the ground and crash apart, her branches to be formed into his compatriot. There's nothing like the monotonous to spark creativity, and I try my best to allow myself the luxury of becoming bored.
Well that would be my phone. I wrote a poem about it over 600 days ago. http://hubski.com/pub?id=31633 To update, I've broken the screen twice and fixed it once. I am about to put this one in the drawer with the desire and get the 5s.
I just wanted to say that I love this post. I don't have time to write for it right now but I hope I'll get the chance in the next few days. This is typically the kind of stuff that I write and I find it so interesting to see how beautiful the "ordinary" lives of others can be made using a little language.
forwardslash is looking in to it. As you know, he recently tackled "markup," no small undertaking. We have to make a list of items to action and this is on it but if "god" wants to step in and help with the coding, that's cool too.
I know! I try not to complain! There's no solution, really, since it isn't a job for any of you. hubski has come leaps and bounds since I joined. Got any advice vis a vis the wine club? I'm mulling whether it's worth it for me to participate with a <15 dollar budget. I think I have a Riesling lying around that I could drink Sunday night to keep company on IRC if worst comes to worst.
Go buy an $8-10 bottle of Pinot Noir. Even if it's Chilean or some such thing. Hell, buy a $5 wine -you never know you may find a diamond in the rough. It is amazing the quality of wine you can get for not very much money these days. The days of wine only being accessible to big spenders is over. So, save that Riesling for another day. Look forward to discussing/drinking w you Sunday!!