Notes played from the strings and brass floated
Over the timpani and xylophones being hammered at
It was then that the woodwinds began to wail
Sending each section into a race to match their bravado
Eventually, the conductor silenced them. She knew the first day in an orchestra as new musicians could be… trying
Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids
And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn. How exciting!
Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.
Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did
Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked
Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do
They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer
Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box
That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck
Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch
Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt
Except this time it didn’t burn. It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?
That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
A collection of things that mean so much to the curator
Love wrapped in plastic and placed in a binder
Building the history of a lifetime one photo at a time
Until it is placed away on a shelf where it awaits the proper time
Meaning the time to pull it out when her first boyfriend visits
Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Connecting the dots ways always the easy part
Hard part was then making the dominoes fall in order
As so many factors had to be juggled for the Rube Goldberg plan to work
It was almost something straight from a summer blockbuster
Not that he had to worry about. The first link broke leaving him dreaming of what might have been
Yearning to wear soft cashmere sweaters
Asking others to make them for me seems silly since I could make one
Reaching for my knitting needles I start my first stitch
Now after five hours, and not getting past stitch three, I pick up the phone and call…