Others call it creativity
My friend calls
it "diversified talent"
I call it confusing.
There are those
who know,
know why, know
who, know purpose.
They ask the
flight attendant for scotch
and she answers
with cheap whiskey.
The Knowers
prophesy perfection,
but,
do they ever question the blueprint?
In dark hours
before dawn
Does Doubt visit the architect?
I crave the
frenzy,
I swim in stormy waters,
to catch the wave
of promised
change.
Lenka says,
"all I want to be is everything—
at once."
Me too.
..........................................................Since
the age of I don't remember,
the stories are
of mothers, homemakers, writers, teachers, lawyers, poets, business owners,
hairdressers, copywriters, postcard creators, interior decorators, fashionistas, story builders.
Curiosity is the
giver,
and the taker;
didn't he kill
the cat?
My grandparents
lived in the same house for fifty years.
I've lived in
thirteen.
My grandmother,
a preacher woman,
her profession was dedicated
to helping others:
HER ENTIRE LIFE.
I am what I am.
Study and obsess
until I get good, at least proficient.
Put in the time until time slows.
Put in the time until time slows.
Then boredom
sets in,
or I pass by
greener grass,
that damned
grass!
Who tends the
grounds?
How long has the
landscaper scaped?
I pass another
lawn,
as green as the last,
and I forget.
Tales told,
a cruel narrator
who makes and murders.
Characters
evolve, the setting moves,
onto the next.
I am the curator
of my life.
Author Unknown.
