weekend phrases

[gurdonark]

black swallowtail butterflies, five hot air balloons, barbacoa burritos, reading about Linden, Texas (where they want to be a mini-Branson), blood pressure machine in a grocery store, a squirrel rolling up a tree, losing at slow chess, doing better at quick chess, watching losing Razorbacks, watching winning Cowboys, loving "About Schmidt" and then falling asleep from sheer exhaustion, question mark butterflies, a party-set of grackles, a cowbird watching grackles fly, a seagull being chased by a blackbird, an aquarium hood (overpriced), payment for an eBay purchase almost forgotten, receiving payment for a poetry book, writing poetry around a single theme, a torrent of words, as my best notions always are, a walk around a cool, tree-surrounded city pond, as afternoon turns to warm but cooler evening, an e mail to a country party place (in a giant industrial looking building) about a potential chess tournament, buying kazoos at a dollar store, petting dogs, wearing a khaki baseball cap, saying that in Los Angeles I dressed timelessly, because I wore such timeless Hawaiian shirts, thinking that eBay must have Hawaiian shirts in my tent-like size, looking at work boots on Wal Mart shelves without bootish intention, feeling a little tired, a little sad, but somehow at peace.

Comments

[paularubia.livejournal.com]

reading about Linden, Texas (where they want to be a mini-Branson)

I read this today, too, and kept going, "Huh?"

I'll give them Don Henley, but ... come ON!

[poetbear.livejournal.com]

it was a very good post
a prose poem
~paul

[laruth.livejournal.com]

"Question mark butterflies"? What are they?

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I had heard something of this before, but I had not focused on it. The place sounds fun. But almost every artist belonged to someplace else :).

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

They have wings which roughly resemble a question mark! They are cool--very colorful.

Re: Dear Ndugu,

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I find as time goes on that I am not much of a "hoity toity" writer. I used to try to sum up the entire universe of emotion in a single tear, or some such, but I'm really much more down to earth than that. I usually don't have such "literal" "inspiration", but I wrote this poem some years after I attended my nephew's karate class with him--I was so amazed by how cool the teachers seemed to the kids, and I wondered how cool the instructors seemed to themselves, given they had some cool titles, but worked in a mini-mall by a donut shop.

Wow, you really outplayed me yesterday. Thanks for the games.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I was kinda trying to that, and I'm glad it came through.

[poetbear.livejournal.com]

came through quite well
set off little 'time bombs'
in my head.
~paul