Thursday, July 29, 2010

In Stitches - 55

Holding his throbbing hand,
he sat counting his stitches.
He understood that the pain
from the surgery
would only be temporary,
but hated the annoyance of it all.
One hand typing
slowed him down
and he felt useless
around the house.
Until he saw two
kind, little words
in a note -
Feel Better
she wrote.


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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Theme Thursday - Light

Hands and arms extended before him,
feeling his way through the darkness,
He sensed piercing eyes
watching his every move.
His skin crawled with fear.
He stepped up his pace,
trying not to trip over unseen obstacles.
He knew if he fell
he may never get up.
They would be upon him.
Theirs was an unspoken pack mentality.
A sixth sense of communication
that would allow them to envelop him
like wolves on a sickly elk.
He kept steady,
never wavering from his course,
keeping his one goal in mind.
He couldn’t allow his fear of the dark
to overtake him.
Finally, he felt the solid object he sought.
His hands frantically explored
the familiar flat surface
while he once again
felt the pressure of the unseen.
Suddenly his fingers reached their ultimate goal.
Fumbling with urgency
of someone clawing their way
out of a grave,
the object clicked
and he felt relief.
Never again
would he let his dad
close his bedroom door
without turning on his nightlight.
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What the Hell Wednesday - "I love you, man"

I have heard of some ridiculous reasons for being arrested but I am having difficulties wrapping my arms around this one. I don't know much about Iowa, but I have always thought of them as gentle farm folk. This story from the Associated Press sheds a bit more light on these "gentle souls".

Iowa man who just wanted a hug lands in jail

IOWA CITY, Iowa (AP) - Police arrested a man who they said punched another man who refused to hug him. Iowa City police responded to a report of someone being aggressive and punching cars Sunday night. The suspect, a 23-year-old man, told police he became upset after he tried to hug a man and was pushed away.
Police said the man punched and dented the hood of a car before punching the man he tried to hug.
Police said the man had a blood-alcohol content of .086. He was charged with simple assault and fourth-degree criminal mischief, a serious misdemeanor.

A .086? I've blown higher than that the morning after....of course that was more than 20 years ago, but if you're gonna get drunk, Iowa, do it right. Anyway, I can just picture one of those "I love you, man" moments in the parking lot of some tavern where only one guy was interested in a bit of man hugging. (Reminder - Iowa farmers, Bible Belt, need I state the obvious.)

And the scene goes from manly hug offer to professional wrestling in a heart beat. A car punching to warm up the old fist followed by a bit of face bruising. What I don't understand is why did the police get involved. I always thought tavern parking lot scuffles where just between us guys and nobody got sent to jail. Apparently, Mr. I Don't Want No Stinkin' Hug called the police right after the punch to the face made him say, "What the Hell?"

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

One Shot Wednesday - No more crying

We start our lives crying
always dying.
Living life to be a corpse
at the end of course.
Life is ever changing
Confusion reigns at every turn
we try to learn.
Greed has our planet dying
back to crying.
We need to start relearning
not stomach churning.
We need to sacrifice
not just once or twice.
Back to a life of sharing
ever caring.
Remembering your neighbor
providing favor.
Give to this world your love.
Peace soaring like a dove.
End the crying
and the dying.

I have never been one for rhyming poetry, but had this goofy rhythm going through my mind. Figured I would toss it how for reaction. That's what One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry is for, I guess.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Microfiction Monday

Closing her eyes
and opening her mind
to the ether.
So many souls to choose from,
she wanted her first child
to match her soul for eternity.

This is a Microfiction Monday as hosted my Susan at Stony River.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Sunday 160 - Summer's Heat

A gentle breeze
danced across his back
cooling beads of sweat
and giving temporary relief
from the sweltering heat.
He enjoyed
the life giving warmth
of summer.

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