Friday Fun I blinked -before the landscape of white, I smiled -at the heavenly ice I cried -as my toes felt the snow bite, I cursed -at the heat he arose. @yikici He blinked -his enormous jeweled eye, And smiled - jagged, toothy-crocodile. He cried - a soul piercing verse, He cursed - a turn for the worse. @EDogg Contributors: @yikici @EDogg Proposed Contributors: @Stablish Oz's rules (please read): Following the lines you have written tag another wonderful Opussian to continue with another 1-4 lines of poetry, prose -who we will encourage to tag another Opussian and so forth until the piece comes to a natural end declared by the last writer of the piece -who will in turn choose an appropriate title for the finished piece. Each contributor will be required to tag in the predecessors of the piece so we can all follow the developments together. Please tag it #FridayFun CONTRIBUTORS: KIK YOUR THOUGHTS TO SAM!!!!! (her kik is @slf97) She will be preparing the popular 'Behind the Scenes with the Writers' post. The following Friday I will set the ball rolling again -so watch out, that person just might be you. For the ease of copy and pasting & preventing Chinese whispers it may be best if you copy and paste your post to the person you are tagging through kik. I hope that all makes sense. -remember it's just for fun. (Please briefly include the above rules at the end of your posts & also follow the contributors/proposed contributors format above.) #FridayFun
Window Washer Here I sit in my bosun's chair, Thousands of feet up yet I don't care. Legs to concrete and wand in hand, Spraying and wiping as best I can. Floor fifty-two, peek in to see who. Busy little bees with too much to do. Splashed with suds, foamy and grey, The dust from the window pane dissolves away. Squeegeeing water's beads into curls, Through the clearing my eye meets the glance of a girl. Her slim physique and drab conservative dress, Give notes of prosperity, law, Wall Street and Congress. Yet the cattywampus placement that her pony tail lies, Reads into a more playful, mysterious and artful side. If #life were different, economies and castes aside, If only... If only.. I'd take her doppelgänger as bride. We exchange a brief nod, a non-verbal understanding, Of our place in society, the diff'rence of our landing. Her delicate lips then form a tantalizing smile, Sends tingles through my spine, electrical style. As I crank the pulley and ascend up on high, I think how I'll cherish this moment in time. Two random souls whose paths collide, Yet hearts be limited by the glass that divides.
7/16/1999 The notes ring out, pulsing, surfing the breeze, Moving their souls, their bodies with unconscious ease. Sweat beads, smoke rises and dust churns; moving feet. Syncopated rhythms, chimes in time; emotional beats. Gathered for one, by one, with only one intent above, Sharing notes in time, together, in outdoor weather; the music they love. [summer memory, 14 yrs ago today]
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