RDP Wednesday: SONG
he Franz Von Stuck
” Sounds of Spring “
I wanted to sing
but I can’t sing
so I learned to play the guitar instead
I wanted to sing
but I can’t sing
so I write stories instead
I wanted to sing
but I can’t sing
so I travel the world instead
I wanted to sing
but I can’t sing
so I found other ways to sing instead.
RDP Monday: BROOM
Gertrude Abercrombie
Brush away the cobwebs from the dark corners in my attic?
Sweep away the dust that twinkles like far away stars in an inky black midnight sky from my cracked windows and scarred woodwork?
Open the doors, all of the doors even the ones that creak and squeak on their rusted hinges all on their own?
Why on Earth would I take a broom to my house and risk waking it up? Can you tell me? Why would I do that?
Why?
Even a dead house deserves to rest in peace
no matter how awful it was in life.
RDP Wednesday: Fumble
Painting By Remedios Varo
I was strolling across a smooth clear road
no cars to rush me along
but something caught my foot and I sprawled across the curb
and when I looked up I saw my shadow
racing ahead of me
and
it
was
laughing as it sailed away from the Sun
I am sure that it what I heard.
Maybe it was the fall
and I was just confused
but sometimes when I’ m walking
and my shadow is at my heel
I hear that laugh again
of that I am absolutely sure.
RDP Sunday: OBFUSCATE
” We shouldn’t have gone out for dinner ” he said ” We could have used that money to
buy curtains instead.
So.
I went in search of curtains and found some patterns that I thought looked nice
but he said
” It doesn’t make sense to get new curtains when we need new windows. “
So,
I went on line and found some windows and I found someone to install them and he
said
” It doesn’t make sense to put in new windows when we need to hang new gutters “
Which he had taken down because he wanted new windows and he wanted new
curtains to hang in them.
So.
I said lets get the gutters put up, they’re in the backyard under wrap where you left
them and he said
” It doesn’t make sense to hang new gutters when the house should be painted first instead.
So I chose found some samples and help for the work and said, ‘ there’s a better way t
do this and
he was right.
It took ten years and the work got done but somebody else did it
because by then we were long gone
lost in a forest of words
on a mountain of intentions
under a sky heavy with clouds of excuses,