Our Town Tuesday

“Does anyone ever realize lifeOur Town Tuesday
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.

I Thought there was Only Tomato

Poem by #CatharineBramkampwriter

I did!  I thought there was just one kind of Andy Warhol soup. Which just shows that a person can’t know everything about modern art or pop art.  I share my surprise with you.

We May Never Have Eternity

We have eternity Fabulous sewer cover courtesy of Bergen, Norway

Morning

Poem: art always lies

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.

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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