Moonlight Skate

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Frozen Moon – photo by Wild Thing

Warm old truck
5 years old
“Where are we
going Daddy?”
“You’ll see.”

Rough road
Lots of bumps
She giggles
When she flies
Off her seat

Deep in the swamp
Large bag
On his shoulder
Short walk
Narrow path

Under moonlit sky
Snow glistens
On a pond
Blue square
Empty of snow

Deadfall
nature’s bench
Carefully stacked
Just offshore
Bonfire wood

In the bag
Skates!
His old ones
New white
Double blade
Ones for her

Hand in hand
He guides her
Teaches her
Until sure
She can skate
On her own

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.21
Writing Rebels

 

The Thieves of Hearts

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photo by – Annie

*Special Note*
I wrote this for my dear friend Annie who recently lost her beloved little kitty.

They arrive
Unlooked for
Winning you over
With playful ways
To make you laugh

Each unique
In personality
Still sharing the
Feline independence
Grace agility
Curiosity

Some stay a
Lifetime
Then there are
Those chosen few
Who stay for
A season or two

We nurse them
Give a life
Of freedom
Unconditional love
For with them
That’s how it is

Then they go
Feeling their loss
A little deeper
No matter what
We tell ourselves
We ask
Why steal our heart
Only to leave

Little Thieves
Take that gift
To those
Who have left
It helps them wait
Until
They see you again

Wild Thing ©2017

Nineteen

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Fogged State – photo by Wild Thing

fish fry
proposal
everyone there
said yes
thinking
will end it
in a month
mom pushes
for a date
dad’s business
wiped out
mom fired
sis and brother
still in school
left college
found a job
supported
my family
new house
had to be sold
broke mom’s heart
bought Christmas
boom box
for brother
hope chest
for sister
turned 20
told mom
no wedding
she said
cold feet
shake it off
money already spent
grasped my arm
it hurt
dad called out
now what
mom said
nothing
seamstress
forgot to
take up the hem
kicked my
wedding dress
down the aisle
crying all the way

Wild Thing ©2017

Gossamer Castle

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Somewhere – photo by Wild Thing

In the distance
Their eyes see
A peaceful place
Gossamer castle
Drifting in air

A haven
Where they live
By their rules
Love revealing
Their true beauty

Forged in light
At the source
As one … then
Split in two
Each of the other

Appearing fragile
It stands strong
Though gale force
Winds have blown
Love is its mortar

With trust
As its soul
Earthquakes
Merely stir it
Still it stands

Gossamer castle
Shining beacon
Love … trust … peace
Doubts vanish
In their light

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

At Twenty-Five

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He Brought Flowers – photos by Wild Thing

Old chevy truck
Full parking lot
Hands in pockets
He knows
She’ll come

Watches cars
Speed by
Jaw muscle works
Senses her
He turns

They talk
He yells
She placates
He yells
She shakes her head

Curious bird
Mirror perched
Tilts head
As if to listen
Frightened and leaves

He breaks
Starts to cry
Shakes head
Asks her why
White hanky at his nose

Blue eyes
Pain filled
Tears held back
Shakes head
I don’t know

Reaches up
His head
On her shoulder
Holding him
It’ll be ok Daddy

At 25
Child becomes
The parent

Wild Thing©2016

Arah . . .

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

today we grieve . . .
wear black
beat our chests . . .

keen “ARAHHHHH!”
let the pain out . . .

til we rise . . .
like the sun
stronger . . . wiser

knowing . . .
there is always
light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©2016

Time Change

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The Light – photo by Wild Thing

Spring ahead
Fall back
Her body hates
The biannual attack

Five am
Wide awake
An early rising
She can’t shake

She hates
Floors creaky
Stiff and sore
Walking sneaky

Don’t wake
Others sleeping
Gently snoring
Dreams keeping

5 am witch
Bad for all
When clocks turn
Back in the fall

Ben Franklin
She sighs
T’was his idea
To lighten the skies

Coffee done
Warm cup
Another hour
Before all is up

She sits
Makes a list
A quiet hour
Otherwise missed

She finds
An upside
To this change
Not to be lightly
Thrown aside

Solitude
Gathering thoughts
Time well spent
Can’t be bought

It’s a fact
Known by everyone
A witch’s work
Is never done

Wild Thing©2016

Apple Pie

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8 – BALL Rack ’em Up! – photo by Wild Thing

I love to shoot pool. I shoot in several leagues and numerous tournaments at the end of the season: team, singles, doubles, 8-ball, 9-ball … you name the game and there are tournaments for it.

One year, my women’s team and I were in the Wisconsin State Team Tournament in the Dells at the Kalahari Resort. This was a 3 day tournament so we would need to stay the weekend. The Kalahari is a pretty swanky place and expensive; to save money, we reserved rooms at a Super 8 that was close by. We always brought food and drinks with us to help keep costs down as well.

One of our yearly rituals was for Sally to make her Apple Pie. It is a homemade liquor and I’m not sure what all is in it, but I know apple cider, cinnamon and Everclear (a grain alcohol that is 190 proof) is in it. She would make gallons for this weekend. It is great cold or hot and it tastes just like apple pie! You could drink it nonstop so easily; there was a caveat with it though, if you were not familiar with it, you would end up drunk before you knew what hit you.

Before the start of a tournament we always gathered for drink to talk strategy and just chill out and it helped to pump us up too. Just before we would leave, Sally got out the Apple Pie. We each lifted a glass in a silent toast then drank it down. Then with cues in their cases and well a stocked briefcase looking bag with our apple pie we went out the door.

Two matches later we were done shooting until noon the next day. We locked the cues up and kept the bag with the Apple Pie in it. It was party time! We table hopped from team to team that still had to play as start times were staggered. Men’s teams were there too, so we stopped at their tables as well. It was all part of the fun to stop and chat, cheer, flirt if it was called for and catch up on tournament gossip, (which men are far worse than women!) then move on to the next table of friends.

As we roamed around the tournament site, we decided that we would try to help our one teammate “get lucky”. She had complained that she had no boyfriend and was feeling a little, shall we say, “Affectionate”.  The acronym for the tournament was WAMO and we were calling it the WAMO Dating game. We made up the rules as we went along just nonsense; people laughed at our ridiculousness. Anyone who agreed to be in the game was given a drink of Apple Pie. This had to be done carefully it was against the rules to bring any kind of “carry in” to the tournament. To enforce this, there were rent-a-cops walking around to watch for it.

My team was known for walking up to various guys and grabbing them in the butt if we thought the butt was worthy of it. In our quest for game contestants as we were walking from table to table, we were checking out butts. If we found one worth grabbing, it was grabbed. Then of course, a shot of Apple Pie had to be drunk! When we stopped to sit and chat with a team, we’d yell “Team Drink!” and out came the Apple Pie.

I still smoked at this time and so did my teammate Sally. When we wanted to have a smoke, we had to go outside. This could take time as we would stop to talk to those coming in and there might be a butt that needed grabbing as well. At one point, Sally and I made our way outside to have a cigarette and while out there we visited with other players smoking. Out from the coat pockets came the flasks of Apple Pie to share with those there. We finished our smokes put them out and went back in filled with bonhomie and Apple Pie. All the while Sally and I talked and laughed our way back; we came up on a gentleman walking right in front of us. Sally elbows me thought it was a security guard; but it wasn’t! It was a Wisconsin State Patrolman. I could see what she couldn’t, the patch on his shoulder.

Before I knew what was happening she reached out and grabbed his right buttock! The side that his gun was on! As she’s reaching I could hear me yell “Noooo Sallyyyyyy don’tttttt!” in that kind of low, long, slow motion voice you hear in movies.  I reached to try and stop her but I was too late, her hand had a handful of his butt and she was holding on for all she was worth!

He whirled around to see two grown women with their hands out, one laughing hysterically and the other looking scared to death! All I could think was that we were off to jail! I’m sure he thought his gun was being stolen. I started to wonder what the penalty was for misdemeanor sexual assault of a police officer was. When she looked up and realized it wasn’t a security guard, she says “Oops, sorry officer!”

Interesting side fact about my friend Sally, she has dentures and rarely wears them. When she does, like this time, and is drunk, like this time, they tend to slip and sometimes partially come out of her mouth, like they did this time. So the word “officer” came out kind of something like “offither”, with some spittle that landed on his tie which she quickly tried to wipe off with one hand and with the other she took her teeth out and showed them to him and lisped “These fuckin’ things drive me crazy!” I thought “That’s it; we’re goin’ to the local pokey for sure!”

I started to talk and by that I mean sweet talk as fast as I could. I explained to him about our little game. How she thought he was a security guard, that she wasn’t trying to take his gun, she didn’t mean anything by it and on and on I went. I don’t know if it was anything I said, or if it was Sally standing there grinning at him toothless, but he finally smiled at us and said just be careful next time.  To which Sally said she would grab his left cheek next time! He roared and walked away. I stood there shocked expression on my face then just cracked up laughing! She popped her teeth back in her mouth, smiled at me and I laughed even harder.

It all started with Apple Pie.

Wild Thing©2016

 

Being as Good as Good Can Be

** Special Note: A  year ago on September 1st, my dear friend Bea passed. I have written the following in remembrance of her. If you would like to see my personal tribute to her you can view it at my youtube channel: photos by Wild Thing on YouTube Thank you … **

You told me
Do not grieve
Or cry
And sent Orbie
To help
Still I grieved
And I cried

I did for others
All I could
For their grief
You thought
No one
Would notice
You were gone
They did

Time passed
Soon all went on
Then I felt it
The loss
Pain, loneliness
I needed you
You weren’t there

I’ve done my best
This past year
Have felt you
Heard you
Your visits
So well timed

The future
Lies ahead
I feel you here
By my side
And I’m okay
Being as good
As good can be

Wild Thing ©2016

Forgive My Absence

Dear Readers & Followers ...

Forgive my absence ... 
Last week I lost a close friend in
a car accident 
the past week has been 
to say the least
a haze ... drifting though memories
I tried to write about it 
there were no words
still aren't
someday perhaps
words will come
if not ... that's ok too

Wild Thing ©2016