I am going to start publishing some of my stuff on this site. There may be poems, reworked essays or just lines of words that I fancy. Don’t feel the need to comment and, not to be a bitch, but if you are going to tell me “that’s nice,” - don’t. The biggest insult to a writer was the term “that’s nice.” It means you can’t find anything compelling, insightful, stirring or evocative in the piece (and this goes for all arts)….. I would rather not be paid that kind of insult because at this time I am still trying to grow the balls to put my stuff out there. Having a whole site focused on artistic works seems a touch intimidating at this point, so I thought I would start in a safe place on my own site. Also keep in mind that many of these are going to be on-the-spot pieces without any kind of editing…so you get to see the work in motion, before it has been clothed in propriety and rules…..

Gazing Beyond The Office Window

Wander the banks of
cornflower petals and bamboo shades.
It is there you would find me,
wrapped in a rainbow’s embrace.
But I am dreaming,
now,
here,
behind a desk full of things to do.
I want to do as the dusk shall,
slipping silently and almost unnoticed
into something more comfortable.

I need to be outside,
where my imagination leads.
Even a field surrounded by busy streets
could satisfy.
But,
I am still here.
surrounded by plastic and unnatural whirring,
while staring at the tantalizing blue
glowing in the cracks of my dusty shade.

My thoughts are children;
sticky fingered and smiling.
Logic and reason were left somewhere,
probably with their long discarded shoes.
They beckon and call to me,
tempting me,
with soda pop and choclate kisses
and the freedom to enjoy them all on this stunning afternoon.
But ToDo stares at me
I can’t see the children anymore
but I can hear their mournful cry
as I take up another stack of paperwork.

They will smile again,
for,
secretly I am wrapped in a rainbow
of their design.