Love Notes

The instrumental music swells
Notes surging through my veins
The rhythm beats with my heart
As the melody triggers memories…

Days long past
When we would dance
Your arms around my waist
Tender moments locked inside
Each and every chord
Laughter and happiness
As you’d twirl me across the floor
My hand in yours
True love connecting us
In a symphony of joy

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – instrumental

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Mumbles … enmity

Enmity… I won’t hide it. I had to look the word up. According to a Google definition search it is “the state or feeling of being actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.” It is not a word I had heard before, at least not that I remember. And trying to write a poem seemed pretty bleak for this word. So how to mumble about enmity?

There is the “easy” way out and pick on the current government… but I don’t claim to know enough about politics to write a post on it. There are a few somethings I could say I had enmity towards… cancer, dementia and alcoholism to name a few. But I am dealing with enough medical talk while I take care of my father and I just did a post about my alcoholic ex.

What to write… maybe it is that I write nothing? Hostile is not a state of mind I usually get to. I tend to stay pretty quiet and pretty neutral. So maybe this is just not a word that should even be in my vocabulary.

When I first saw it I thought of amity or enemy. I don’t really have any enemies that I know of. And “Amity” is the name of an Oak Ridge Boys song from one of their many albums I have. Sadly there is no video of the song I could share.

Here I sit with nothing more to mumble about except I appreciate each of you making it this far in my random writing. I guess this was more of a stream of consciousness post. Maybe you too have learned a new word today. Maybe I just ate up some of your day with nonsense. Either way, my words are done.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – enmity

Empty

I have lost my ambition
My motivation is gone
I’ve got nothing left
So thoroughly exhausted
I need to find a reason
To continue on this path
It seems so endless
With no hope in sight
Will you help me
Stand by me
Give me your hand
Guide me along
Because I feel so
Alone

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ambition

My Decision

don’t stand in my way
I am going to do this
I will not be swayed
you cannot stymie me
it is my life
and my choice
I can be independent
and stand on my own
I am tired of your lies
and I will not sacrifice anymore
this is my time
and I will be strong

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stymie

Mumbles… metamorphosis

Most people hear the word metamorphosis and associate it with a caterpillar turning into a beautiful butterfly. I hear it and it triggers a countdown in my head. “One, two, three, it’s me,” were the words magician Doug Henning and his assistant would say during his metamorphosis trick.

I don’t know why this trick stays so sharp in my memories, but Doug Henning may have been one of the first magicians I saw do such a trick. He puts his assistant in handcuffs, tied up in a sack, locked into a box, jumps on top, lifts a curtain and says, “One, two …” and then lifts the curtain above his head. As it almost instantly drops the count continues, “three, it’s me!” being said by his assistant now atop the box. Doug then is released for the locked box.

Doug Henning was a magician of the times in the 70’s. Referred to by some as the hippy magician with long hair and brightly colored costumes; he was not the usual magician all dark and serious in suit and tie. He was smiling and fun. I will admit to a little bit of a crush on him… maybe that is why I remember the trick so well.

For those of you not familiar with Metamorphosis here is a video of it. One, two, three, enjoy!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – metamorphosis

The Home Team

It was a cold rainy night. The teams took to the field in the yearly in state rivalry football game. This year the Lincoln Lions were expected to win, but I was a true fan of the underdogs, the Hudson Hurricanes. I had lived enought years in this town and had adopted the team when my son played for them.

The first half was scoreless with hard fought defense from both teams. By the time the second half began the field was a muddy mess as the rain continued. Splashing and sliding through the game both teams gave it their all.

football players in blue jersey lined under grey white cloudy sky during sunset
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The game was still scoreless at the beginning of the 4th quarter. Then the Lions kicked a field goal putting them up by three. The defense was still nearly perfect for each team.
The Lions kicked the ball to the Hurricanes after third down and no progression. There was a change in the air as the rain turned to snow. Having the ball and a better chance to throw in snow than the rain, the quarterback took aim and threw. The reciever leaped in the air catching the ball on the twenty-five yard line. They were within field goal range, but they were after a win.

Moving the ball little by little the team ended up at the eight yard line on the third down. There was only forty-five seconds left. The team broke the huddle and lined up for the play. Stepping back the quarterback faked a throw, turned to the right and ran through an opening the defense held for him. The Hurricanes reached the end zone and scored a touchdown. The local crowd went wild.

Now it was a question of whether or not Hudson could hold the lead. The defense took the field and for three downs held the Lions right where they were. Fourth down and ten yards to go, the Lions quarterback fell back for a pass and threw. A Hudson player came out of nowhere and intercepted the ball. The clock showed 12 seconds. The clock was allowed to tick down to zero and the underdogs got the glory of the win.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – underdog