Thursday, April 29, 2010
Straight Lines
Every blade of grass I see you in front of me.
Up, down, up, down.
Straight lines.
The house looms largely on the horizon.
It is taking minutes, seconds, hours.
A minuscule amount of time in my life, in eternity, in the universe, in infinity
To make this lawn look good for you.
Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Fire in the Kitchen
They looked up the stairs towards the kitchen which was beyond view of where we were and looked back at the TV. "You're crazy." I think my brother muttered, perturbed that he had been interrupted by this unsubstantiated claim.
A few minutes later, my mother got up from her comfortable 5 o'clock chair position in the living room where she and dad read the newspaper while sipping on their Manhattans every night. Into the kitchen she went to check on dinner. "Dad! Fire!" We all heard her cry of distress.
Dad got up from his comfortable 5 o'clock position, went into the kitchen, grabbed the cast iron skillet that was aflame, and threw it out the front door, burning his hand with the hot grease.
All of our hearts pounded.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Scandinavian Mid-Century Modern
A design you haven’t seen before
Unique, seductive, wry
You desire it
To add to your collection
It gives you a lift
You share it with friends
Admire and cherish it
Display it proudly
You caress it ever so gently
With admiration
You clean it, make it shine
It makes you smile
But as time passes
It starts to lose its appeal
The glimmer you once saw in it loses its luster
You place it on your shelf
With the rest of your collection
It becomes dusty, and unadmired
It sits among other pieces
Once loved and cherished
Still owned but neglected
You take it down once in a while
Gaze at it, dust it off
Reminded of its beauty
But you wonder what you saw in it to begin with
You never promised to keep it
It’s not as great as you once thought
You consider getting rid of it
You search for a replacement
Something new you haven’t seen before