A Friend Creates


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.


Z

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Flipping Cards

Flipping cards

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


Z

Tiny Pumpkin Time

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.

TINY PUMPKINS!!!!


Z

Hello, October

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!

Z


 

Under the Dust

Moultrie, GA

Under the Dust

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 one more memory
To settle under the dust


Z

 

 

Bad Friend

Bad Friend

Words and acknowledgement 
Only after I provided them first
When I needed you most
You never asked,
Is there anything I can do?
I guess I was blind and never knew
A person I considered to be so true could be
A bad friend

Chasing after a cunning delusion 
Years have gone by without
A whistle blown
The whistle is blowing now—
I am calling you out 
I think all these years I really had
A bad friend

When you left, you always left me
Feeling strange and guilty
As if I failed my call of duty
Loving me back never seemed easy
Now I finally see—
It was you
It was not me

Behind the ingenuous mask lies
A bad friend

A decision has to be made
Do I keep you or let you go,
My dud of an amigo?
I wonder if there are any words
You could possibly say
To make me not want to sever ties
And just walk away today

Leaving behind
A bad friend


Z