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 Make Lots of Plans

Poem, I make lots of PlansYou know the theory: if you want something really badly, make other plans and it will appear. It’s like when you want the children to do A, but they refuse and do B. Ignore them, and work on A all by yourself, they will hustle right over (whitewashing a fence comes to mind).  So if you want to get pregnant, find that perfect job.  If you want to move, fall in love in situ.  Never fails.  Okay, once it failed. I made other plans in January and it’s April and nothing has happened.

Don’t listen to me.

The Price of Knowledge

Poem, the Price of Knowledge

Use Broken Poetry

Use Broken poetry

Those Slow Corduroy Afternoons

Those slow Corduroy afternoons

Morning

Poem: art always lies

I have Folded My Sweaters

Poem about tidying up

Who could resist?  I did all the tidying up I could and stood in the clean house waiting for my whole life to change.  It has not.  You read it here first.

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.

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.