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Icarus

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~ Icarus ~
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Saintly
we praise and touch
our wings
to the fires and flames
of the sun.
Each of our souls
an Icarus
heeding not
our father’s warning.
Some of us plunge
far and fast
into the cold ocean depths.
Some of us sail
high and free
until burning feather and flesh
sends us to our death.
Some of us
climb and falter
soar and somersault
learning as we go
and say our prayers
for nothing more
than a safe landing.
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More Than Famous

Part I:

Don’t we all want to be a little bit more than famous?

Forget the days of “almost”
the 15 minutes reduced to 15 seconds of internet memes and Takei posts
beyond the idols and reality tv
never needing to become a dancing star just to gain your career back
but rather
to become that legendary icon
a poster on an impressionable tween wall
ending up a verb in Webster’s dictionary
invited to all the parties
the galas, the balls

More than famous

A classy kind of famous
graduation speeches, cameo rolls
staying under the paparazzi’s radar in your loaner car
from your spokesmodel deal with Ferrari

Isn’t that what mainstream culture teaches us?

It could be you, it could be you…

Why isn’t this you?

Being good isn’t good enough
being bad will grab you the spotlight and 5 to 10 depending on your crime
go through the levels, the “supposed” to’s
high school, college, job, marriage, change jobs, kids, move, divorce, change jobs
work, work, work – dream of retiring – turn 65 and apply to Kmart to keep your benefits alive
grow old, grow resentful, then die

We watch others get ahead, doing less
and we wonder why life around us is such a mess
it’s not for the common good of all
it’s all for oneself or not at all.

We yearn to be more than famous.

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Spade

Lick the wound
clean of the fluid
as she takes her trip to the moon.

Saintly we praise
those who taste
the forbidden fruits.

You and I – two of a kind
Spade falls into the heart
Bringing us right back up to the start
Keep your arms around me tight
Tonight, we belong to the arts.

Chopin models his lullabies
on a dark and shadowy stage
we read, drink and turn the page
on
gaily we dance into the dawn
so fond of Monet we were
painting in his palette color.

You and I – two of a kind
spade goes deeper into the heart
dragging us back with a painful start
keep your arms around me tight
tonight, we keep from falling apart

Running, sunning ourselves
in starlite bath
ignoring the aftermath
of this mess we’ve made
hiding in shadowed stage
of velvet and seude
needing nothing – seek and find
you and I are two of a kind.

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French Impressions

kaleidoscope of pastel colors
shifting together, sliding apart
starting to look back through the memories stored
events and emotions, affairs of the heart

rose-colored glasses
a bit cracked and split through
shed light upon the history
of the me’s and the you’s

it’s so beautiful
an intricate, intimate blur
grasping at the temporary
craving to give it a more permanent home
just a simple shift
and it’s gone
like the sweetest kiss
a french
impression.

 

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Three Days

It happened
in 3 days time.

Day 1 -
Life went from our own unique type of “normal”
to chaos.
Life with no restrictions suddenly became
restricted.
By rules and wires, monitors and tubes
By prognosis and new limitations.

Day 2 -
There was sleep. My own bed.
And that awful voice inside my head
filling me with guilt about going home and not spending the night there by his bedside.
There was a shower. Comfy clothes.
And then the rushing, frantic rush-hour commute to race across town
Parking garage nightmares of spiraling climbs and bad parking jobs
Hoping I could be there before he woke up.
More waiting.
More waiting.
The waiting…
for something to change
for something to be done
for anything other than this odd status-quo.

Day 3 -
There was rejoicing
I never thought happiness could be found coming from a urine sample
There was change.
Commotion, prompting, encouragement
Rising up out of bed on his own.
Walking outside of his room for the first time
His own miracle on the 3rd day.
New orders, new restrictions
Challenges that had to be met before release.
And there was relief
He was home by supper time.

My 3 days
have turned into 5
as I play mother, nurse, employee, maid
as I try to give attention to all who are asking
And the questions – how they all ask
I have a script in my head
Rehearsed from repeating his story
Edited down to a 3 minutes version so all who ask can know.

Just a few days ago
I sat looking out of large glass windows
Thinking about the kids who are sicker than my own
Who have it so much worse.
I think now on how lucky we are to be home.

Our “normal” will evolve and adapt
to accept and deal with the chaos that may follow.
The follow-ups and tests, more revolving doors and doctors
But there will be normal for us someday
Our own new special kind of normal.
And for that I am thankful.
So very, very thankful.

 

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