Perle Champion

Time
You’re an enemy
Of mine
So many things
Who’s pricetag you are
And time
You only stretch
So far
How many days
In how many ways
Have I willed you
You to stop and
Allow me to do
All the things
I must do
And leave time for
All the things I
Would do
Deaf ears your
Ears you
Hear me not at all

Day 21 of Blogging from A to Z. 

Today’s letter is S.

S is for safe and sound and secure.

I often wondered when I was young when people spoke of safe and sound and secure as if these were goals.

How many things did they miss out on because they were deemed unsafe.

How may jobs did they warn themselves and you away from because they were not secure.

How many lost out on sound through plain bad habits of excess.  That excess leading to ill health, and no body is safe and secure when it is no longer sound.

Day 19 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is Q.

Q is for quest and quixotic quodlibet

En Garde

Quixotic quodlibet

magic surreal encounter

Windwhipped flame

eternal, finite quest.

Day 18 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is P

P is for painted poses and photos.

I’ve painted pictures of myself and posed next to one in profile for a photograph.

I’ve posed for photographs before there was color film, and the photographer would paint by hand all the colors of me and my Easter dress and hat.

I’ve posed for paintings done by others, but by far my favorite poses are of me with painted face. 

Every year all the shops at PepperPlace host a Christmas open house.  My favorite face artist is always there, and I am always first in line.

But back to plain ole, if not so poetic, onomatopoeic words here in the US;  oink, oink, sounds the pig, and Batman and Robin utter oof and ow when hit by ‘Pow!”

Day 16 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is N.

Nascent, Neophyte, Novice

Nee, star at nadir

Poised to streak cross the heavens.

Sunday started out well.  It would take more than taxes to keep me from having my Sunday ritual.  I rose at sunup, put the coffee on and walked to the corner store for my Sunday paper (the knee is healing nicely).  I could smell the coffee from the street before I opened the door.

I like to half listen/ half watch GMA, Today and CBS Sunday Morning.  The beauty of having a small TV is I can turn it toward the balcony door and watch from my aerie to accompaniment of nature waking

But the taxes were an ominous cloud on an otherwise perfect day.  I sat and cranked up the computer, only to have the printer fail with the first document.  No time to diddle with the thing – I called then went to WalMart to get another one ($38), and back to work.  What a pain.

I turned the TV toward my office, put on the first movie “Independence Day”, opened a bottle of champagne after the last of the coffee was gone, mixed it with OJ and lots of ice.  That was around noon.  Several movies later, (Sleepless in Seattle, Tomb Raider, ST Insurrection…) and a lunch of cheese and crackers chased by watered down mimosas, I am finished.

I just printed the last of the forms and neatly done.  Thanks to Joyce at HR Block, who although too busy to do it for me gave me some pointers and advice that will hopefully save me from audit..

If it doesn’t, such is life.  I’ll cross that bridge if I must.  For now, I’m pouring myself a glass of straight champagne and dinner will be more crackers slathered with butter and piled high with ‘fish berry jam’.

Day 14 of blogging from A to Z. Today’s letter is M.

M is for Mnemosyne, goddess of memory, mother of the Muses.

Memory is mysterious.  Is it any wonder it was personified by the Greeks.  Sometimes Mnemosyne wakens to music –  I hear a certain song, piano or guitar riff, and I remember a time and place, a love, a loss, a triumph, a failure. An aroma transports me to Mrs. B’s kitchen in the Wadenhoe House in 1956 England.

We don’t really know where memory lives.  Is it in our mind, or our very flesh?  People who get transplants report having memories that are not theirs; feelings odd to their remembered life experience.

Mnemosyne is a comfort and a bane, depending on the circumstance.  I so appreciate her when an old song plays and she takes me back to forgotten times, places, loves..

More than that, who in this country doesn’t appreciate Revere and others, who each in their own way, won for us one of the most enviable ways of life on this earth?