Puddle of Gold
Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received
Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet
An hour ago, I finished reading my friend’s first novel. The time I took to finish was, admittedly, way too long. But, I was determined to read only when I could give my full attention. Falling into the creative work of a friend is something incredibly delicate and special.
The characters, storytelling, and page-turning quality were present the entire time; I would have found the statement to be true even if I did not know the author. I finished completely pleased with the way everything turned out. However, I really wanted to know what was to come. I imagine my reaction is a goal of any novelist. I immediately contacted my friend and shared my thoughts and feelings.
I started thinking about how proud I am when a person I know creates something beautiful. These days (and really every day), supporting the people around us who are creating and expressing themselves is beyond necessary. Whether or not thousands of people ever get to read my brother’s essay, see my neighbor’s drawing, or hear my Grandma’s song she learned to play on the keyboard last week is far less important than the support we give each other—at the end of the day.
Perhaps I am being sentimental. But, I will always appreciate the time and energy an artist I know has put into a project. Love is probably the best word.
Flipping cards, Searching for answers Could you tell me, please Anything about me?
I have been waiting For a freaking discovery Perhaps I am just a fool Who holds onto cards
A voice calls out and tells me To hold back because I must
Have my own back tonight— To head for the bed
I set down the cards
In their place in the drawer Clarity can wait until after
I turn out the lights
Autumn was often on my mind the past summer. I wasn’t really feeling the hot, sunny season as much as usual and was really looking forward to the leaves changing and the weather getting cooler. Every year, around this time, I buy a tiny pumpkin. Tiny it may be, but I find the little fruit to be oh-so cute. There are many novelties of each season to enjoy—I am all about the season we are in right now.
Autumn is here! I am really hoping for positive changes in life to accompany the changing colors of the leaves. October begins tomorrow and there are 3 months left for 2018 to prove to be a kind year. I will try to make the most of it and roll with the punches when necessary. Cheers!
We rode through the field To get to the old barn— A stack of antique windows Would soon be ours! The smile on Pa’s face Gave us consent to feel free To take a few pieces of the past From his tobacco farm
We cautiously climbed over Unsteady wood—piled high Evading rusty nails and idle tools To gather our handsome treasures A crack of thunder made us rush To load up the truck We closed the barn doors and drove off Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust