1943 ~ 2019
Monday, January 14, 2019
HEAVEN LAKE (16) ~
Man-Made
What a noise!
Pots that won’t
The Lifetime
What does a writer do all day?
She or he writes
Some are successful
Most are not
Even if a book or books are published
Many millions of books go by the wayside
So now what is the writer but someone who writes and fails
Books are forgotten or no books are published at all
Years and even a lifetime could be wasted
Something else is accomplished
One becomes a sales clerk
While still writing at odd hours
The writing goes nowhere
But the sales clerk is very popular
People leave you very happy, bag in hand
You try to write a book about a sales clerk
No one cares
They’d rather you be the sales clerk
Who sells caramel candy
Because you are beautiful
Someone goes home and melts
That caramel in their mouth and
Smears the caramel across
Their teeth and lips
Cabin Life
On the coldest day of winter
25 below
just to get-by
and it’s all about just getting-by
we took the two largest empty potato chip bags
in the house and fit them over our heads
making us
two feet-taller
scaring all
our cats
The Muse
I can’t get anything done
until she is out of my hair!
her eyes are that blue
her hair goes with the sun
the flash of her flowered dress in the air
and even when she is away
only momentarily, an errand to town
I’m thinking now of what I’m missing
here where I work in a woods ditch with shovel
laying in stone stairs which may as well be to the sea
since she’ll visit on her return and I’m grubby and
she steps lightly down each new step before anyone
saying how lovely it all is and all is fine
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Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
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