Going straight, moving forward. Repetition. Wheels turning, going nowhere. Reposition. Slowing down, suddenly stop. Exasperation. Blood boiling, tempers flare. Frustration. Road rage, mug-shot. Humiliation.
Author: val
Hey! what can I say? ...I love words.
The state of address … a worldly perspective.
Like swallowing a gallon of lead paint ...the danger, the weight of it all anchors one to a seat of familiarity, a comfortable chair that welcomes you to sit, but in a compromising position with a gag order in place. My ears hurt; they beg to be plugged with anything to silence the noise of … Continue reading The state of address … a worldly perspective.
To the living…
Give eulogy to the living away from a grieving crowd. Don’t whisper words of kindness Scream each one out loud. Give flowers to the living away from a pending death. Don’t deny the gift of beauty As long as there is breath. Give comfort to the living away from a morbid wake. Remember the act … Continue reading To the living…
“He’ll say / She’ll say”
He’ll say long, she’ll say short. He’ll say cold, she’ll say hot. He’ll say sweet, she’ll say sour. He’ll say minute, she’ll say hour. He’ll say day, she’ll say night. He’ll say wrong, she’ll say right. He’ll say up, she’ll say down. He’ll say square, she’ll say round. He’ll say come, she’ll say go. He’ll … Continue reading “He’ll say / She’ll say”
One Shoe
Cobblestone grips the heel of my shoe preventing me another step. The arm of a Frenchman would be fitting. The narrow street from where I stand my eyes take in the Seine. Its beauty no longer a fantasy but a tangible sight. Continuing my steps with only one shoe will not be a catastrophe. I'm … Continue reading One Shoe
The Man of My Dreams
The man of my dream has a quiet whisper with a loud scream. A character of calm completely carefree; a strength only visible when it needs to be. Features unimportant, no reason to stare, but when he leaves the room one knows he was there. A sweet choice of words spoken so fine with a … Continue reading The Man of My Dreams
Jack DeLuca
“If it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all”.... A common phrase we’ve all heard before, but in the case of Jack DeLuca. .... I’ll let you be the judge. Jack was locked out of his car again and his road side assistance card had expired months ago. The rain, … Continue reading Jack DeLuca
Gossip
The tip of a needle can measure its space; the callousness of its message can overwhelm when a silhouette, but not a face, becomes part of a stranger’s story.
The Spinster
Still waiting for the orchid after so many years have passed. Still hoping to give the answer to the question never asked. Still cherishing certain moments with a memory slightly warped. Still looking for a miracle though the biological clock has stopped. Still attending every wedding never knowing one of her own. Still convincing … Continue reading The Spinster
Mary Jones
No one knew from where she came - This wild and vulgar “dime for a dance dame” Mary Jones was the name she used - sold her dignity for a bottle of booze. Her days were short, her nights were long - The corner bar was where she belonged Morning, noon and into the night … Continue reading Mary Jones
Valerie FrameWork 