ANYBODY THERE?
If I were to begin
sharing my poetry,
all these feverish
things I've written,
would anybody hear me?
Would anybody listen
during "open mike"?
Would bus passengers
get up and move out
of earshot? Would
strangers dart down
dark alleys? Would
cats cross the street,
dogs whine, beg off?
Would - I say, would
you please wake up?
(originally published in PKA's Advocate)
-S&G-
REGULAR VISITORS to S&G ... and I believe there are a few of those left ... stubborn, unflinching, regular visitors ... will notice that this week's installment is coming out rather topsy-turvy.
That is, I usually post a bunch of my own meanderings ... sandwich in some sensible comments by faithful readers ... and THEN conclude with a poem.
This time, though, there is a great possiblity that the poem may be all there is .. or almost all there is ... so I'm starting with that.
-S&G-
What happened last week? Well, by way of explaining that, I fall back on something I learned very early in my short and unspectacular military career: "No excuse, SIR ... or MA'AM" ... as the case may be.
-S&G-
It's all a blur ... or mostly a blur. I do remember missing my "deadline" ... wavering ... thinking I should post SOMETHING ... maybe I shouldn't ... maybe I should ... I don't know ... I guess I just vacillated too long this time ... and time ran out. Suddenly it was THIS WEEK ... and I had lost an opportunity.
-S&G-
One of the highlights, if you want to call it that, was a MAD DASH to the airport.
Normally ... in keeping with my stated philosophy of having NO NEED TO SPEED ... I start early ... arrive at least on time ... sometimes early.
But this time circimstances intervened ... maybe I nodded off after lunch ... maybe I looked at my watch wrong. What ever it was, I found myself with no minutes to spare on the way to the airport.
The Little Red Car ... always eager to pop a wheelie and set off on a new adventure ... was waiting in the driveway.
Oh, did I have a surprise for Little Red!
I never take the Interstate. Never! I always take the scenic route ... and even that has some moments of excitement.
But I had no choice.
I could tell that Little Red was a little nervous when we started out ... sensing, I suppose, that I had made some horrible mistake ... for here we were, ON THE INTERSTATE ... rubbing elbows with THE BIG GUYS.
But on we went ... zooming and swooping ... almost squealing the tires on a couple of occasions. Somehow I managed to avoid letting out a scream ... a couple of times ... maybe more (actually, I lost count).
Little Red, I must say, held up quite well ... being very patient with me as I tried to decipher which lane I should dive into ... which ramp would take us TO, rather than AWAY FROM our intended destination ... just how close that semi was to my rear bumper ... whether I should go under ... or around ... the one in front.
All this ... and more ... while I tried to maintain a safe ... and somewhat legal ... flying speed.
End result? We arrived ... and safely deposited our passenger ... with seconds to spare.
-S&G-
And other than that? Needless to say, I took the scenic route home ... noting that Little Red seemed much calmer now ... and that I was even beginning to loosen my grip on the steering wheel.
The next day, though, I noticed that both my hands were sore ... as though I had been chopping weeds all day with a dull hoe ... or had been driving on the Interstate for 29 minutes and 15 seconds, give or take a few.
-S&G-
So here we are ... or here I am, at least (I have a feeling that I may have lost the entire S&G audience) ... on a Friday night ... as is (often, though not always) the case ... I've meandered (that's how you know it's really me ... and not some silly robot) ... I've included a poem (repeating myself in the process) ... I've failed to fully explain last week's absence (that's surely another measure of authentication) ...
And I'm hoping I get one more chance ... please, please ... PLEASE.
Meanwhile ...
-S&G-
UNTIL NEXT TIME ... take care ... see ya!
-S&G-
If I were to begin
sharing my poetry,
all these feverish
things I've written,
would anybody hear me?
Would anybody listen
during "open mike"?
Would bus passengers
get up and move out
of earshot? Would
strangers dart down
dark alleys? Would
cats cross the street,
dogs whine, beg off?
Would - I say, would
you please wake up?
(originally published in PKA's Advocate)
-S&G-
REGULAR VISITORS to S&G ... and I believe there are a few of those left ... stubborn, unflinching, regular visitors ... will notice that this week's installment is coming out rather topsy-turvy.
That is, I usually post a bunch of my own meanderings ... sandwich in some sensible comments by faithful readers ... and THEN conclude with a poem.
This time, though, there is a great possiblity that the poem may be all there is .. or almost all there is ... so I'm starting with that.
-S&G-
What happened last week? Well, by way of explaining that, I fall back on something I learned very early in my short and unspectacular military career: "No excuse, SIR ... or MA'AM" ... as the case may be.
-S&G-
It's all a blur ... or mostly a blur. I do remember missing my "deadline" ... wavering ... thinking I should post SOMETHING ... maybe I shouldn't ... maybe I should ... I don't know ... I guess I just vacillated too long this time ... and time ran out. Suddenly it was THIS WEEK ... and I had lost an opportunity.
-S&G-
One of the highlights, if you want to call it that, was a MAD DASH to the airport.
Normally ... in keeping with my stated philosophy of having NO NEED TO SPEED ... I start early ... arrive at least on time ... sometimes early.
But this time circimstances intervened ... maybe I nodded off after lunch ... maybe I looked at my watch wrong. What ever it was, I found myself with no minutes to spare on the way to the airport.
The Little Red Car ... always eager to pop a wheelie and set off on a new adventure ... was waiting in the driveway.
Oh, did I have a surprise for Little Red!
I never take the Interstate. Never! I always take the scenic route ... and even that has some moments of excitement.
But I had no choice.
I could tell that Little Red was a little nervous when we started out ... sensing, I suppose, that I had made some horrible mistake ... for here we were, ON THE INTERSTATE ... rubbing elbows with THE BIG GUYS.
But on we went ... zooming and swooping ... almost squealing the tires on a couple of occasions. Somehow I managed to avoid letting out a scream ... a couple of times ... maybe more (actually, I lost count).
Little Red, I must say, held up quite well ... being very patient with me as I tried to decipher which lane I should dive into ... which ramp would take us TO, rather than AWAY FROM our intended destination ... just how close that semi was to my rear bumper ... whether I should go under ... or around ... the one in front.
All this ... and more ... while I tried to maintain a safe ... and somewhat legal ... flying speed.
End result? We arrived ... and safely deposited our passenger ... with seconds to spare.
-S&G-
And other than that? Needless to say, I took the scenic route home ... noting that Little Red seemed much calmer now ... and that I was even beginning to loosen my grip on the steering wheel.
The next day, though, I noticed that both my hands were sore ... as though I had been chopping weeds all day with a dull hoe ... or had been driving on the Interstate for 29 minutes and 15 seconds, give or take a few.
-S&G-
So here we are ... or here I am, at least (I have a feeling that I may have lost the entire S&G audience) ... on a Friday night ... as is (often, though not always) the case ... I've meandered (that's how you know it's really me ... and not some silly robot) ... I've included a poem (repeating myself in the process) ... I've failed to fully explain last week's absence (that's surely another measure of authentication) ...
And I'm hoping I get one more chance ... please, please ... PLEASE.
Meanwhile ...
-S&G-
UNTIL NEXT TIME ... take care ... see ya!
-S&G-
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