Imagine a rabbit nibbling grass out by the portable classrooms of a city high school — the students, raised on technology, immersed in STEM curriculum, staring blankly at what clearly isn’t AI and what doesn’t fit into the laws of probability, unless you account for an infinite number of variables; perhaps chaos theory enters into it.
Many of the students will glance but not perceive. It requires too great a paradigm shift to observe and recognize.
But then there is that one student who sees, smiles up at me as I hold my classroom door open, and says,
That child will suffer greatly in this world and conceivably become a poet.
My girlfriend is not all of that. I mean, she holds her own against the weather in June. The heat and storms ramp up in May big time, And they just go on forever. Sometimes you step outside and the sun will knock you over — for real! Other times you go weeks under clouds and rain; And they call it The Sunshine State! But yeah, my girlfriend’s better than the weather here, And she’s always fresh, you know? So, I’m writing this so others will know, And maybe spray it on the wall that surrounds her neighborhood — Make her immortal like. Maybe I’ll get an “A” for this, you think?
I have moved on from this cascade and feel no need, no desire for reflection.
Horrid events captured in a pool at the base of a wall, only memory’s projection
I am forward looking to my own, my own protection.
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So, Chrissa at The Sunday Muse brought a prompt: “This is the curtain [see image above] behind which I feel last year was lived (and this year, with exceptions, is as well) and I’m very interested to see what might lie on the other side. Or what lurks on this side. :)”
“Language is wine upon the lips.” — Virginia Woolf
a small pour, please, in a crystal stem pull a fresh cork and decant – breathe it’s not about new but vintage unique not the bouquet only but the palate words sucked through the back teeth the challenge of tastes the first sip then clink clink clink togetherness
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Another response written as I was falling asleep. Seriously. When I awoke this piece ended with two and a half pages of “ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd”!
* — Yeah, I know the title is probably nonsense in French. I’ve never learned French. If you call me bad names in French, I won’t be offended.