So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed
Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could
And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall
Living slowly got better, forever different, but better
Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone
Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye
Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning
Flying through the air with a flick of the wrist
Leaving the heft of the situation behind, if only for a moment
It was his way of making these hard days a small bit easier
Not that Ginger cared about that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him, but it
Gave him a breather from life while he waited for the collie to bring the frisbee back
You remember those days when your body didn’t ache
Or you could eat two pizzas and not gain a pound
Until that dreaded middle age kicked in
That flipped your whole world, but you didn’t notice till it was too late
Here we are now, but there is a silver lining. Okay, maybe not.
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
Life kind of getting you down?
Or are you just having one of those blah days?
Well remember you still have a friend here you can talk to, or Garth Brooks if he’s around.
Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug
In the dead of winter the water freezes on top
Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below
Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months
Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience
She felt so cold and lethargic. Today was just one of those days.
He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back
Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely
That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.
Maybe you feel life is a bit to chaotic lately
Everything keeps adding to the clutter of your days
Sometimes there can be beauty in the random
You just need to catch your breath and see it