Friday Writings
(me .. a while back)
On Mother's Day my Family and I celebrated with a late lunch at a restaurant with a great outdoor eating space. Right next to our table was a large tree that looked "dead" to me. It was explained they are called Ghost Trees and used frequently to enhance landscapes. Literally moved from wherever they are, transported to their new homes. Roots secured within a concrete base deep into the ground. This tree was simply beautiful and silly me didn't take a photo. Which meant a return for more of their tasty food! Which I did.
* Origin of "Little Miss Muffet" Nursery Rhyme is Unknown *
Painting by John Everett Millais 1884 ~ Wikipedia
* Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey
'twas hot and mid-summer
ghostly goblins ~ surround her
terrified ~ she cries who are you?
The past ~ come to haunt you
Big Ghoul proclaims, you pilfered our breakfasts
when kids all were we
time to turn tables ~ now, now can't you see?
We're taking revenge ~ switching things up
sweet breakfasts no longer for you
it's gruel and cold toast, weak tea in a cup
your future ~ Miss Muffet .. BOO HOO !!
politics as performance art
a fairy tale of sorts
packed with heroes and villains
damsels in distress
roaring rhetoric
boastful braggadocio
perfidious promises
luring us into their theatre
onto their stage
a macabre fairy tale
feels all too real
a sunbeam's kiss / upon my face
the morning dew / its tender grace
a star filled sky / spring flowers in bloom
a babbling brook / a rustling tree
whisper of hope / sets me free
a stranger's hand / when I'm alone
acts of kindness / gladly shown
in these glimmers / I can find
joy to light / a troubled mind
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Holograms are 'so yesterday'
three dimensions
plus a collection of light beams
[ forget about 'em!! ]
AI says we're headed straight
for a brave new world called
'virtual immortality'
Building digital models of ourselves
chat-bots bequeathed at death
the “old / new” version of us ~ so to speak
Cobbled together from snippets of
old videos, photos, letters, blog posts
data points ~ loaded into a machine
Do we, dare we ~ resurrect ourselves for posterity
there are decisions to be made ~ ethical, legal, moral
[ my family laughs ~ questions my sanity ]
Welcome to 2026 and my Video Reading
Aftermath
I wander the halls
Looking for signs of Mother
Something left behind
A photo displayed
Proof she was here
Workers greet me with tears, smiles and hugs
They know how sad I am
They're sad too
And this becomes the proof
I need to sustain me
I would not crave
your kiss, your touch
If I were ready
I would tell you I miss you
miss the ‘us’ we used to be
If I were ready
you could not steal
into my dreams each night
If I were ready
I would confess
I never stopped loving you
If I were ready
I would admit .. I should have
said goodbye long before you said it to me