Cheesed OffBy Butternose
I wonder how much more of this crap I can take.
I scoop and I pour,
Each filter leveled – no mistakes.
My most favorite sip is the last one that holds,
The most sugar, creamer and booze,
A concoction for the bold.
I sip and I sip so careful to taste,
Every bit of each element, I try not to waste.
Yet, there they appear again and again,
Polluting my most cherished sip,
The one at the end.
(Photo courtesy of my dear and talented friend, Ms. Luckie.)
This is my initial posting. It was a tough one because I wasn’t really sure how to navigate this site, but I'm sure I'll get by.
My dear and talented friend, Ms. Luckie, and I have decided to start weekly exercises of the mind. My friend took this picture years ago, and it was my job to interpret and express how it made me feel. This was week one.
So I thought, and thought and finally I heard a song that made me connect to the picture. Music is a HUGE inspiration for my writings. The song in the link below is what inspired me to write what I wrote about the picture – if that makes any sense.
So, if you would do me the honor, and bring up the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiOHpWYlr9Q&feature=related
Listen to the song, get a feel for the mood of the song (not the video, so it would help to possibly listen w/ your eyes closed), and then replay the song while you’re reading my blurb at the bottom. The song sets the tone/mood for what I wrote about this picture – and then, of course, let me know your most honest opinion!
See You on the Other Side
By Butternose
Trees bend in the breeze,
The fresh water falls,
Spring flowers have bloomed,
His footsteps are gone.
I hear this man,
And all the others.
Their footsteps distant echoes,
They can’t be bothered.
I look up with hope,
But then they’re gone.
They never stop,
The footsteps shove on.
At the end of each day,
The footsteps draw near.
They pass without care,
But, never knowing, I’ll wait here.
The trees are now lifeless,
The water’s gone cold,
The flowers are dead,
My story is told.
