Coloconnect's post over on her Second Chances blog, "They are What they Are" along with its postscript, inspired me to post some of my old scribblings. They are what they are, which would be whatever you THINK they are, lol. Once upon a time a songwriter who kept being asked, "WHAT do these lyrics MEAN???" , responded to his fans, " They mean whatever YOU think they mean." Some were disgruntled to be left twisting in the wind of ambiguity, but not I. I gained respect for the man, for he was correct. We gather the diamonds we are able to see, and those only. Thankyou for the props, cc. "I yam what I yam!"...as Popeye says. And yes, when men and women ask for Light, we are often given a psychopath, and not by mistake. The dark is necessary to REALize the Light. ~~~Light Opera~~~ (Now breathing in as well as out.)

Appearances

 

The inimitable amity that was Ann:

Flaxen, woolen, statuesque;

mushing huskies, nursing babies...

Abandoning Men.

 

~SPOON FED~

Pandemic drama

swallowed at dinner,

the six oclock news goes down

 

Physics

The man had a tattoo, hungry sinew, eyes like haiku.
The girl had a crazy phoenix psyche, read Dostoevski.
In January, gravity sort of lost its mind when
the man's talking eyes asked, "Are you certain you are not me?"
Tears falling inward, the girl sorrowed in the transposed world.
Heart hammering, she heard herself say, "Thankyou for making me bleed" to the man who measured her husband who sat calmly watching TV.

 ~~~Light