Qryos

~ You all are wonderful! & funny I guess I ought to try, huh? {No. I didn't choose words from something I wrote! I was being obnoxious, just random words.} green-eyed cat table leg balloon ribbon bucket {Sorry, otherwise I don't remember 'em. OK! } Crap, I was really obnoxious, huh? So dark in the room, silent but for the rain hollow dripping in a wooden bucket. A ribbon of dim light falls, slipping through torn curtains the moon glowers swollen as a red balloon low and about to pop on sharp tree shadows. Sound of movement, movement of sound? There, wrapped around a table leg sinuous as smoke, a green-eyed cat one with the shadows. ... I guess Hallowe'en's coming up, huh?

~ It's a lovely poem... Just wonder why 'A promise to be broken'? That made me question the whole thing.

~ I love it! That's great! Thank you

~ That's strong Bel... Thank you for sharing! Sometimes all we can do is try to write away the hurt, huh?

~ Come on, we've extremely gifted writers here & so Write an original poem using the words/phrases to craft one!. {yes, you can use like 'ribbon' as 'ribbons' or 'ribboned', etc. It's poetry!} Just use 'em all... green-eyed cat table leg balloon ribbon bucket

~ Oh, Hon! That's marvelous! {In case you haven't noticed, I do have a compulsion... Not to change anything!!! Just line-break suggestions. Ignore me really easy! OK?} The few remaining patrons are old and musty as the Deco fixtures which compliment the aged walls of past glory; the plaster statue of Aphrodite- life size in the center of the bar- remains seductive even with the twinkle lights draping her bust. But their eyes are too dim to notice her patina formed by the smoke of countless cigars and cigarettes. The television above the bar plays without audible sound for no one can hear well even in the silence of the room. The beer is cold, however, the only importance of this evening, and the small conversations held are the same as every night and no one seems to notice or care. There is a musty flavor in the air one can taste, whether from the bar interior, or the patrons, is not discernable. There is one younger couple, oblivious to their surroundings, in love, gently stroking each other’s arms, a symbol of decades past when the patrons, who refuse to acknowledge youth’s passion and presence, also once spooned with their lover here drinking a now defunct brand of beer. Hours wasted, they sit in quiet discomfort waiting for the final call (it is late); then, pay the tab and mumble good-night. Time to retreat from lonely to alone. ... Darling, I truly honestly do not intend any insult of your art! It's beautiful!!! It is your vision, your voice... I only make suggestions. OK? Ignore me easily, I'm just a someone. That really loves your poetry!

~ My hours are strange... I've been a bit insane lately. {Well, more than usual anyway!} I can't sleep. Then when I do I can't wake up for 10-12 hours. My poor husband! He's watching the babe mostly. My hours are crazy, I can't sleep at night. Could be I'm lazy, Or simply not right. Husband is lonely Without his old wife, I'm not the only In 'The change of life'! {Sorry, that's a bad one! But really, menopause is sorta difficult to write about }

~ My hours are strange... I've been a bit insane lately. {Well, more than usual anyway!} I can't sleep. Then when I do I can't wake up for 10-12 hours. My poor husband! He's watching the babe mostly. My hours are crazy, I can't sleep at night. Could be I'm lazy, Or simply not right. Husband is lonely Without his old wife, I'm not the only In 'The change of life'! {Sorry, that's a bad one! But really, menopause is sorta difficult to write about }

~ Thanx Hon!

~ You write beautifully! Truly, you do!!!

~ Thank you all for reading that piece. I truly appreciate your kind words! I know, pain of loss, it never goes away. You just learn to live with it. I'm so very sorry for your loss Visionary! I can't really imagine losing a child. My mind slips away from that thought swiftly. My sympathies

~ Hey! I'm supposed to be the babbler around here... Stop horning in on my 'thang'! ~ Thanx Dabby! {Just diddling again... } Autumn calls softly... Hills washed golden, Pattering leaves floating, My breath is scattered too. Too scattered is my breath. Floating leaves pattering, Golden washed hills, Softly calls autumn... I've gotta stop! You have no idea how many variations I've gone through. {'my soul is scattered too'? mind? self? life? view? Arrrgh! I drive myself crazy...}

~ Ohhh... That's beautiful! Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you.

~ OhhhKay... When the Dabber says 'diddle!' to the Babbler. *sigh* Diddle the Babbler must do! It's a snarky place & perhaps a bit of a trace of whatever crafted a throw-away toy? C'mon! You have the balls to bowl it, throw it! Strike like a toilet flushing just to annoy... & what now, you don't have the operatic achievement? Sing high & long that note that floats! Yes, you licked as slick as a salt-starved monkey kinda funky & deep-down painful but why? To enforce the play that way you wandered now gone? To once again pander that pasture you plowed & pissed upon? Perhaps it's a darkness you never sought but were simply taught. Pooor baby! ... I don't know. Maybe it makes more sense now? Thank you Tom!

~ Ahhh... Recriminations yourself, eh? Well done Dear Dabby! There are just some times when it's gotta be said, huh?

~ I know Tom, I know. He stayed with us for a week for Thanksgiving, it was a wonderful visit, really. We talked. Honestly & true! For the first time ever we actually communicated with love. He was to come back for Christmas. He didn't answer his phone or return messages. We called the police in his city & found-out he'd been taken to the hospital. They wouldn't release information over the phone. We drove out there expecting the worse. No, he was alive but couldn't move. We went every day & watched him wish himself dead. He was comatose by Christmas Eve. I was the one to tell the doctor & nurses he didn't want resucitation. They cried! They begged me! But I had made a promise. I kept it. He died Dec. 26 & I had to call my sister on her birthday to say our father was dead.

~ That's very good Blev! Blessings to you for strength

~ Thanx Dabby! I don't know where it came from... I just sometimes kinda go into a sort of trance & it comes out all sloppy like that. I don't know if it'll ever become a clearer piece, it was pretty adamant to be such as it is. ... Oh well!

~ That is lovely! As Tom said, "And I absolutely love the chorus and the permutations it goes through." Oh yes!

It's a snarky place & perhaps a bit of a race but why bother to annoy when it's simply a toy? C'mon! You have the balls... you bowl like a toilet flushing just to annoy it & what now you don't have the operatic achievement? Yes, you licked as slick as a salt-starved monkey kinda funky & deep-down painful but why? Why did you ever in force play that way you wandered upon... To not again wander that pasture you plowed & pissed upon? Perhaps it's a darkness you never sought but were simply taught, Pooor baby!

~ Thank you Cosmo! Sounds like fun ... I'm gonna try another... Autumn bringing gold saluting a new season. Family gathers with packages from the past. Another chilly winter. ... That's sorta depressing, huh? OK, I'll try another... Pine trees hold silent while snow softly envelops. Winter is brightened when a child comes to stay. Blankets lost in Spring. ... OK, not so cheerful either! I'm on the fly here...

~ Thank you Theresa! There is something about Autumn's light that just, I don't know... Makes my strings sing? Autumn twilight caught by the wind Leaves patter soft about me Washing the hills in gold My breath is scattered

~ Thanks Flower! Our daughter took German for a semester & {true to form} became an 'expert' I've gotta show her that!

Slanted Autumn light gilding trees river frost the hollow sound of geese passing by!

~ I've tried, really really Really! To write a loving gentle anything about my Father. He accepted parent hood tho he never wanted it. He did what a father should do & spent time with us. {When someone seriously doesn't want to be anywhere near you, it's not a fun day...} Once we were adults, it was still a contest to prove that we worthy of being spoken to. I lived with his mother for months every summer for years. {I was shipped off} She was wonderful! She was in her 30s when she had him, in 1930 that wasn't good. His father was a quiet Swede & distant. I found out my father didn't speak until he was 3 & then in sentences but never to strangers until 8. ... That sounds like how they define some 'stuff' now, huh? He was in the Navy in Korea & then went to college, dual Masters in Mathematics & Music. Worked at RAND as a computer systems analyst for many years, the top-secret stuff did make him a bit more crazier than he would have been otherwise. When he died, we knew his apartment had ben searched. He was paranoid & left dust. The dust was disturbed. {Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get ya!} ... Now that's a babble, huh?