Albuquerque You... or What a wild ride

I do not have a poem, nor have I ever written a poem that is truly finished... Like the beautiful, creative, amazingly witty, down right funny Dorothy Parker said... "Time doth flit... Oh Shit!"...True Dat!.... so... as it flits... I get busy (or bored) and put a project down to be forgotten... sometimes... well .... Lets be honest ...sometimes it's years.  This poem began it's journey back in 2012 and I finished it today. It began like this.

"The hot dry wind whistled a soft whisper in his ear

whirling and unwinding a tiny wisp                                                                                                                   of unkempt sandy  hair.                                                                                                                                      He never felt it light upon his cheek.                                                                                                              Skin and hair fade into shade completing amber desert light

 How I longed to be the whisper in his ear all through the night."

This poem is a true story... accurate... (across the US in an RV...my husband was born in Albuquerque so we headed through there)  but it is not quite complete nor by any means the whole story... Do I believe all poems have to rhyme? ...of course not... my top two faves in the world.... "Echo" by Christina Rosseti and "The Storm" by Rod McKuen... don't rhyme... They are painted on a canvas with words...

So... a couple of years after penning the prose above... I pick up the computer looking for a quote from my one of my own poems...(I just don't understand why people think I can remember ALL of my poems, especially when I start them like that and they end up like this....) AND I stumbled upon this skeleton and decided to flesh it out a bit.  So I ended with this....

Every written thought is a journey to a crossroad.

Albuquerque You

Hot and dry, the desert whistled whispers in twilight

As tiny spheres scattered the sky ….to herald one more night.

Whirling and unwinding tiny wisps of sandy hair

Spiraled softly to his cheek and gently landed there.

He never felt it spiral, nor light upon his cheek

And a gust of wind stole way my breath, and I was fail  to speak 

Skin and hair fade into shade completing amber light

It was my heart of  whispers urging how to end the night.

The moon bore Pinion shadows in a cactus blossom sky

I savored their reflection in his Albuquerque eye.

He never felt it spiral, nor light upon his cheek

lips of sand and cactus hands  held all one needs to speak.

Oh and by the way...I first wrote  "Mesquite"....then my husband said (after I threatened to tie him to a chair and wallop him with a broom if he didn't listen)..... Pambo? Wouldn't "Pinion"...be a better choice.... I agreed and changed it again!

Life comes full circle.... "Sometimes a visit with what you once were will complete the you that you have now become".

Dance with us at the Conservatory of the Arts.

Forgetting

Run Far, Run fast...
Let the tear drops cover you 
and bathe you from the past.

All that stood reality
has been washed without a trace
There is no need to remind one.......Or ever show your face.

All attempts are futile yet
To defend all one becomes
Anyone that ever knew, will all too soon forget.   (PRP 2013)


*Perhaps what I remember and what others remember is not the same....and the way I feel is not what they felt...my motivation...never their own....Now I will never have a chance to ask... because they are now gone.  
Opportunities do not last ....they are dismissed into the past.  They disappear and are replaced.

Mark Twain...Explore Dream Discover

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
~ Mark Twain

Spinning the bottle of Time

SPINNING THE BOTTLE OF TIME

In the spring of ’69 –  

We all hung out for one last time

records spun of storybook lives

in rocking tunes on 45’s.

“Time of the season”, had come “Undone"

That Friday night we played each “One”.

We passed our yearbooks, pens and love,

engraved each cherished name above

So  Grade-school friends- too soon dispersed

Would not forget who loved them first.

                                                                                                                          

I whirled and twirled midst “Purple haze”

 arranged each memory as scrap book days.

It was “Helter Skelter” in party light.

“guess I had too much to dream last night”.

We learned that reality that “Love is Blue” 

 While holding hopes of “Close to you.”

“Grazin’ in the grass”, staring at the stars

And An occasional rumble from muscle cars.

The reverb refrain of  “Crimson and Clover,

echoed aloud “over and over”.

I hoped for a moment to find us alone

When I spinned the bottle “Turn, turn, turn.”

Off went the lights, then tables and chairs

Our Childhood games outweighed all cares.

 “Hello, Goodbye”, “Sealed with a Kiss”

Felt “ Tears go by”,“That’s how it is”

My  “Time in a bottle”  landed on you

It was My “Truth or Dare” so I picked true.

A bashful giggle, a blushing smile ….

The first  “Last kiss”…  for a little while.

On to separate,  grow up alone…

one by “One” forever gone,

 “The Summer Song”.. overwhelmed our hearts

As in the fall all made new starts

While approaching the morrow in the still of the night.

‘Puppy love” around the table, “Long as I can see the light”

“I think we’re alone now”  made memories cling

 but my hopes fell with a door bell ring.

I  held old Lyrics penciled in with my tears 

“Turn around look at me”

After all of these years.

Another Pervert, Nepotistic non-teaching Coach?

    I live in an area of Alabama where I am embarrassed to address the number of pervert coaches, teachers and their relatives who protect themselves and each other within our poorly rated embarrassment of  an education system. It's in the newspaper as often as it is covered up. (everyday).
     I grew up within a nepotistic "family" school system where my cheer-leading sponsor was married to the brother of the sister typing teacher who was married to the Football coach at the feeder high school who was the brother of the  baseball coach whose sister was the wife of the wrestling coach and was the P.E. teacher at another feeder Jr. high school???  Confused?  Naw...there are people who attended this school system with me...who remember them. I probably made friends mad by mention this, but that was never my intention. They were wonderful people, I know with all my heart they were...but there are OTHERS. There are many OTHERS I worked with...watched escorted out of my school by police... that aren't.
      Having lived in several different states and now a different part of the same state I grew up in...having taught for... hmmm  6 high schools as a science teacher with 2 masters degrees.... now.... I can not even count how many horribly immoral, perverse instances that happened in all the schools in which I taught. There were/are instances that are allowed to continue. Sandusky? (ish)???  Yep...comes to my mind...Administrators messing w/teachers, drunks, dopers..nasty emailers...cover-ups....embarassing????? It should be...and they should all be ashamed.  However more so .....The people who re-elected the double perverse local BOE who allow this to continue???   It's your fault...voting for sister...brother...bro-in-law... please vote for family RIGHT???? (incompetent or not)  make sure there is no one working in the system that just needs a job!!!!!!...somebody's niece is about to graduate and need that job...fire 'em...NEPOTISM RULES!
   I am glad I no longer have to keep my mouth shut or feel guilty about bringing such horrors to the attention to the sister in law or aunt of the perpertrator ...  Yeah..call me....I remember their names...dates...and the schools I worked for...scandals they covered up...LOL... Tsk Tsk Tsk....I was black balled because I am moral, Christian, and I care and I went back to school to get another master's degree to be a motivating teacher, to train and protect our children.....ooops...sorry I'm not kin to anyone Locally so I QuIT...but...EDUCATION REFORM????  HEY I took that class in Grad school!

The Bucket List

Amongst impulse and desires…. dismissed

One maintains status on my list

Your hand in mine, with no desist

And Kiss as we have never kissed.

added to the list 2012 by Pam Robinson Porterfield  :-)