Living in the Light from Your Eyes

Poem by #Catharine Bramkamp Writer I found the beginning of this poem, all about living in the light of your eyes.  And I couldn’t help it, all I could think of was staring at my loved one for now 33 years would have been very tedious if I hadn’t had a couple of books to read.

Novelists Get Even

Novelists get evenYou knew that, it’s the one thing that gets us through the night – the idea that the person we hate most may very well be known only by what we wrote about him or her.  That’s why so many evil men are cursed with tiny penises.  It only stands to reason.

What does the future hold?

#CatharineBramkampWriter poemDo we live in the moment?  Probably not, we plan, organize and wish for better futures, not realizing that this is the future we dreamt of in our childhood, or as teens.  I have to remember that.  Especially when I’m on the fourth floor of the Muse d’Orsay.

Everyone is Doing It

Poem: bridge locksAfter seeing so many 1,000s of locks on so many bridges, I wondered about the exclusively of it all. My favorite are the combination locks.  You know, just in case.

Brilliant Liquid Universe

Poetry by #catharinebramkampWriter

Poem: Porcelain Women drink

#poem Porcelain WomenPorcelain women
drink coffee
discuss velvet

Life is
Broken cake
Taking just one bite
so much spills
to the floor

a waitress sweeps by
for the crumbs.

The painting is by Gerald Murphy – Wasp and Pear – 192929

 What struck me was it was a gift to the Modern Art Museum from Archibald MacLeish, who wrote poetry as a cockroach who hit typewriter keys with his head.  The poems aren’t popular now.  And Murphy himself only painted 14 works.

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Our Town Tuesday

Nevada Theater, Nevada City, CAOur Town Tuesday

“Does anyone ever realize life
while they live it…
every, every minute?”

What if we lived one day a week
Not looking for the meme –
Hump Day
TGIF

Not focused on its end
Getting through
Getting it over with
Finishing up
in favor
Of a better future
that more Special Day

Stay in this day – Our Town Tues.
(#OTT)
Please note:
The oatmeal – steel cut or not
The song on the playlist
The mustard between the winter vines
Unbroken shoelaces

Thank:
A place to go
A voice who answers
Electricity and hot water

Acknowledge the pennies
From the cashier
as if
It were your last sentence

Celebrate the ordinary
the sky held overhead by mysterious forces
The earth that this morning, remains still.
Air – Flush toilets – Delivered mail

Realize life
In this least important day
This Tuesday
Like a saint
Like a poet

It will be important enough.

While driving to work I realized that we don’t often focus on the present, we are obsessed with the future, with our plans and with our to-do lists, and the line from Our Town came to me, imperfectly.  I looked it up and the lines were even more beautiful than I remembered:

EMILY  “Does anyone ever realize life

while they live it…

every, every minute?”  

STAGE MANAGER: “No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.”

On Tuesday, celebrate the small, either the bright yellow acacia trees or the new snow.  Celebrate the smooth road, that all the children are either healthy or at least aren’t telling you about it.  Celebrate everyone you love and everyone who loves you.

I thought, I should appreciate everything, just in case it all changes tomorrow.