document a trend
borne of popularity
sold to the masses
the celebrity faced crowd
toted benifits, suppliers competed
with colorful packaging, sweet deals
a match that blazed across years
even when whispers surfaced
that risks were hidden
in the cloud of smoke
filtered news in time
gave way to facts now
no longer challenged
at the intersection
of headlines yet to be
begs the question
is the cell phone
of today’s generation
as tires squeal
and a finger raises
just another commute
flavored with the compulsion
of shared language
a jumble of accents
The invitation verbal and adamant.
I wavered unsure, my husband was far
from thrilled, but was persuaded to go.
Traffic was heavy, the trip long,
it was hot, the Volvo’s air struggled.
The real ordeal was yet ahead.
The black sheep of the family
home for her sister’s wedding.
Which explains why
the reception was frigid
despite the broken a/c.
passengers metropolis bound
(written after visiting washington, d.c.)
the unspoken uniform
shades of black
obsidian, atramentous, murky
the physiognomy of commuters
mirrors their outward apparel
I search for a splash of color
a glimpse of individuality
but it is not there
it is absent from the faces
of those who call this home
color is left for the tourists
visiting school children,
you and I
we stand out
from the masses
refusing to slip
on veneer masks
but if we called this home
would the color
bleed from our lives
and a cicadian shell
be all that remained of voices
that once sang out
reflections on artistic inspiration gone awry
it seemed like a good idea
water pistols in hand
the mischief was done
but the gratification found
was soon replaced by pain
parental disapproval exhibited
in punishment that followed
clean up was a chore
not quickly forgotten
yet years later the episode
brings peals of laughter
as brothers recall tales of mischief
and the look on the mayor’s face
when he discovered
they’d painted the town blue
A young woman paused and gazed
at the haute couture displayed.
The idea of trying on dresses beyond
the power of fairy godmothers took root.
The shop door announced her arrival.
Her footsteps brought a smiling attendant.
And, for a time, a whim was indulged.
Alluding sophistication, elegance, savoir-faire,
styles classic and modern rested on padded hangers.
Mozart played softly, muting pedestrian sounds.
Mannequins shimmered with fairy dust.
Their fabrics hinted of exotic ports,
skilled seamstresses, talented couturiers.
Soon, a wall of mirrors reflected
the changes a well-made gown makes.
Never mind that the cost was beyond
the amount held in the small purse.
Indulging in fantasy, exquisite gowns
were tried on and a parade of outfits
promenaded before the gilded mirrors.
Alas, the clock did not strike midnight
but reality chimed the passage of time
too soon Birkenstocks replaced glass slippers.
Sensual fabrics returned to closet confinement
and the proprietor sighed at the disappointment
of simple pumpkin normalcy and un-enchanted mice.
the fountain of youth waits no more
eternity has been bottled
all wait for purchase
need only be uncorked
ponce de leon
rolls in his grave
and laments a discovery