Wherever I might go today;
It does not matter if I stay
Or walk or run or step in stride;
You come along; you’re right beside.
Wherever my two feet might land,
If tucked away or in my hand;
My phone ensures that in the end,
You are my omnipresent friend.
Until
Everything lasts “until”…
Iron rusts to dust,
Glass shatters to shards,
The Titanic met an iceberg.
Everything eventually expires.
Love, Life, Laughter.
Yes, everything expires.
Cold, Gold, and Mold.
So hold on to the precious… “until”
But know that even the pain will pass.
Effortless
studying Picasso I suddenly empathize
with those whom I generally criticize.
“stop pretending art is hard.”
“stop pretending. art is hard.”
artists make it seem so effortless
to craft a scene with cleverness.
“stop pretending art is hard.”
“stop pretending. art is hard.”
but when the truth is full well told
it takes some work to change shit to gold.
Myriad
My mind jumps to the cliché;
“Possibilities” and “endless” spring to my head unbidden.
Explore it more; think of the … DAMN! more clichés leap into view!
“Choices”, “Options”, “Possibilities” … no, No, NO!
a myriad of stars in the heavens…
the grains of sand on a beach,
NO! I will not use these trite clichés.
The problem presents itself as a solution:
There simply are not a myriad of ways
to conjure words to discuss the feelings “myriad” evokes.
DICHOTOMY
Fighting. Arguing. Who will win?
Quiet smiles, a twinkle of eyes.
Screaming, bickering, such a din!
Loving glance, cannot jeopardize.
he said she said take it out to the bike shed.
Let me in, I’ll let you win, can’t we be at peace again?
The Art of Asking
A statue spoke to me and said,
“Make art because you love it so,
Because without, you would be dead.
Give it for free, to those you know.
Also to those you don’t, my friend.”
Wise words she spoke to me that day,
“Give art away, your heart defend.
Just ask for it, and they will pay.”
Remember
Slipping Away, back into yesterday;
big hair, big hearts, the dream then falls apart.
Slipping Away. Back into Yesterday.
regret and pain for love once lost in vain.
Slipping. A way back, into yesterday.
what dreams become shattered by morning sun.
Remember this, Today is where we find our bliss.
Water
With Air so thick I could just swim,
The Water does invite me in.
it saturates even the Earth;
to Fire alone, does it give berth.
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Goodbye, My Sarah Jane.
How can I define my sorrow at the passing of Lis Sladen?
I did not know her, except through the character of Sarah Jane Smith. But Sarah Jane was my first TV crush. She was also like a friend of the family. I welcomed her into my home via the television on a regular basis. I was a kid, watching Dr. Who in America via PBS reruns.
I was sad when she left the show. I rejoiced when I saw her again in The Five Doctors. Years later, I found out she had made K9 & Company, so I searched for years, trying to find a copy. When I did, I watched it and I fell in love with her all over again. I kept hoping the series would get picked up and that there would be more episodes with my dear Sarah Jane. It never was, of course.
Then the new run of the Doctor Who started, and eventually the rumor surfaced that she would be in an episode. I was awash with joy. When I watched School Reunion, I cried several times. Tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of empathy. I have teared up every time I’ve ever watched that episode. And I always will.
Then came Sarah Jane Adventures. I watched every episode as soon as I could find them. I loved that show as much as I loved Doctor Who, for me, it was still Doctor Who, just without the Doctor (usually.)
And now, she’s gone. There was no farewell episode to say goodbye to the character. The character still lives on, but she’ll never make a reappearance, she’ll never be seen again. There can be no good byes when she dies or retires or anything. The character will simply fade away from the Universe. But she will never fade away from my heart.
I’ve read (and listened to) many remembrances of Elisabeth Sladen. They were written or said by people close to her. Those who knew her say that Ms. Sladen was every bit as wonderful, brilliant, clever, fantastic and amazing as Sarah Jane ever was. Perhaps even more so. I never got to meet Lis but now, more than ever, I wish I had gotten the opportunity.
Fare thee well Lis Sladen, fare thee well on your next Great Adventure, where ever it may take you. And Sarah Jane, give our best to the Brig and the rest when you see them. We will miss you Sarah Jane, you were loved beyond any measure.