Amusing Musings

This photo reminds me of hubby and I, so maybe a poem is in order-

The One

They say when two people spend many years
together they begin to look alike, but

tonight or day your face, bright eyes,
and smile will always attract me

How funny, athletic, similar, but variant
we have always been. No one realizes

your neither quiet, nor reserved
as you may appear, and you

will always be so my type. Even
when we are apart, or I am on the edge of insanity

the solid ground you stand will be my focus, and
not the sting life can hold

Read Write Poem Prompt #118

read write word #118: digging
March 12th, 2010
by Deb Scott

This week uses words offered by Barbara, Nicole, Marian V., Mark S. and Rallentanda

To write to this prompt, pick as many (or few) of these words as you want and write a poem using them. (And if these words don’t suit you, pick your own. Just write a poem, or two.

Enjoy the week’s words, no matter which ones you use.

So...here is my try...

Mirrored spuratic patches of growth along paths give life,
meaning to a cook passionately gathering fiddle head fern tips

Joy disembarks early morning furtive schedules, as mist rises,
fumbling stage-coach, off road, wheels crushing into uncertainty

glares are given by mistresses in disassembled turquoise gowns,
magenta hats with exotic feathers, costumes balancing cups

hot cocoa turned cold, held with delicate hands wearing
gloves coated with long night nonpareil pleasures- wasted talent

food engineers time on silly amusements for strumpets; delicate
butter, seasonings will turn foraged greens into savory moments

for kings, a masters most admired preoccupations, winning
job security in a days passing....

Semi-theatrical Matter

Story Line- A Girl, Her Van, The Dumpster, Riddled With Emotion

Every time I haul a bag of garbage to the trash bin the guilt is bigger than me. Picking my body up, dropping it over with the thump of the glass bottles weighing it down. Flinging a life into the abyss of endless waste, once
priceless- maybe, just maybe as these thoughts are rolling in the smelly matter, a better sense of 'waste not, want not' would cling; follow me around, reminding me each time I buy something, to be more mindful of what and where it will end up.

Scene- Van parked next to a snowy dumpster
Actor- Southern Girl in cold north east

Things sit on the floor were useful, once-
Now they symbolize childlike pranks,

embarrassment, brief moments of fun
when simple "No Thank You" would suffice.

Act I:

Mindless exchange of words, frozen acceptance
eye contact commitment, street peddler corners

Guilt laced afterthoughts- blindness, blank
face refusal, keep walking attitudes

unneeded items pile up, hoarders convention,
storage fees lost, all for free entertainment.

Act II:

Crap lay in state, taking its chance with spilled
liquids, stale french fry grease marks

imprinted sneaker soles, dirty snow
stains on an already cold van floor

Act III:

Today's trash bin company, city dump
workers treasures- meaningless

gifts from strangers, and a repeat performance.

Food Porn & Other Related Topics

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do”

Eleanor Roosevelt

1) A second poem was accepted by a local publication; it will come out in this Wednesday's 'Wild Table' section of Wild River Review. A Photo Muse of inspiration from a few Food Porn shots taken by a fellow reveler of culinary arts...


Ed's Lobster Review, by Warren Bobrow, Wild River Review

I will post the link as soon as he sends it to me. I can also hook any poets up with them, if you are interested in sending work in. 

2) Also, I am very excited about a new project- West Windsor is in the midst of building their new arts center in the Historic Fire House, WW, NJ...I had begun to attend and joined the committee months ago- their mission was to begin building their arts program via local talent. They keep having meetings on Tuesday. I told Diane that I would regrettably not be able to make the meetings, but really wanted to be a part of this project, since I head up Open Mics in my area and really need to be actively involved. I stepped down from my position on the council in an email to the director.

She wrote me back last week-

Elizabeth,

I know Tuesdays are bad for you. Would you be interested in heading a
committee for open mic nights?

Thanks,

Diane Ciccone

Mission Accomplished!!! This is what I wanted when I joined WWAC, somebody's got to look out for the Open Mic talent, and why not me! I began Tuesday, I know I know, I forgo a Grover's Mill early reading, signed up, ran to WWAC, and then back to Grovers Mill for a late reading of some Texas poetry I have written- will post that video soon. Phew!

PS- Dianne, and all you other WWAC people, I would hope you remembered I catered your little soiree last year for free, and worked my tail off! So Thank You for the opportunity...Karma Baby, Karma!

3) I have been contacted by Wild River, they have said they are interested in publishing my first chapbook. Will see what happens.

4) Wild River is also in the process of working with me to do public appearances/readings from their published writers/poets in the area; in my new restaurant connection, since I have use of the whole upstairs in part of my arrangement as their consultant/event planner. This is exciting for me, because it means I can bring more open mic exposure for writers/poets outside of the coffee houses that have time contraints. The other open mics I run are predominately musicians.