Though this poem is somewhat autobiographical, it is not meant to be taken literally. I.e., details are fiction. ~~~~ Thank you so much for
stopping by. P e a xOx
Don’t Blink
Two things, unrelated (but isn’t everything?): My husband announces he has made an appointment for a check-up. Only been three months, but you know. I made a list, he mutters. Is he embarrassed about making a list so he won’t forget? Or is it what is on the list? Doc, I am lucky if I remember to go to the john. Doc, I am having lapses. Little gaps, but. . .don’t tell me I have Alzheimers. Say I am absent-minded. Okay? Sorry, guess I forgot my specs. Have to ask you to read. . .
The other thing that happens is that my screen flickers as I turn back. Light-blank- light. Black-out lasts a beat, but there is no denying it happened. So. Store it on an out-of-mind drive, along with the knowledge that I {he-?} will face cold and dark and still. Now, Windows is telling me I have 256 colors. How many do I waste? When someone has her colors done – his, whatever – does it include the palette inside? Surely not. We fill easel after easel with hues and shades that are all our own. Fading only adds. Not one can be duplicated. In time and with enough work, each of us creates a canvas with a patina cannot be meant to go to waste. Give him a good report, Doc. Write it and I will scan it. Lucky, still have a screen.
LOVe your Honesty P e A
Don't ever change!
Maybe alittle more rest is needed
Nothing more...
WArmth and Bright Light and PEACE!
WArmly, Illuminating Sheee
You have a real and honest style of writing, Pea. It's so enjoyable, like sitting across from you and chatting over coffee. I enjoy reading your work.
Love,
CJ
Hea Pea, Helen Hayes said she couldn't remember things very well that happened two years ago, but she had a marvelous memory for anything that happened twenty years ago...that's all that's important--->things that happened when Rit was young...dye me a dream and I'll color you a philosophy--->millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy afternoon...don't blink, a woman can't become a true artist until she has experienced the "screen." I wish Ray good luck on his check-up...this is a good poem, I didn't want to blink and miss it...art is art, and talent is always talent. A good poem will last forever, a poor one is like a cheap wisecrack...it lasts about as long...be well, Pea...
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Don't ever change!
Maybe alittle more rest is needed
Nothing more...
WArmth and Bright Light and PEACE!
WArmly, Illuminating Sheee
Love,
CJ
Regis
after a while the intervals decrease
what was I saying (thats me at times)
and excellent write ...Pea
Love & Peace
Love Tinka
Blessings
Paul;-)
In time and with enough work, each
of us creates a canvas with a patina
cannot be meant to go to waste."
You've said it! Great poem, Peal. Of course... you know... I relate to it completely! :-)
Carmen
To stimulate ontological thoughts and spiritual emotions, "Don't Blink" delivers a sensitive message.
Long health creative life through a wise living Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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