Well. I was given an award by a very nice individual, Almost Precious. This has happened before... but I tend to be struck dumb by the occasion. This time I suspect the lassitude of my brain waves match the occasion and I feel a centrifugal force of expression. The challenge was to talk about 10 things not known about myself. I'm thinking 4.
One was a tree I climbed in first grade. My mother told me not to climb this tree, but it was a perfect tree to climb. It wasn't my fault the limb broke and I fell to the driveway below, breaking a toe. I wouldn't've climbed it if it hadn't been good.
I rode a Suzuki 550 to Sturgis one year, not knowing about the Harley rally happening there. Accidents happen.
Red is my favorite color. But so is green. And orange. Purple black grey white and yellow. I also love pink and turquoise. To me, favorite colors are a list, discussion, debate and relist. I think there is a reason that colors are assigned to politics. If I believed in past lives, I hope I mixed colors for Caravaggio.
And the 4th is for flying. As a kid my most vivid dreams were of flying. One time I remember seeing my mother walk down the hallway from the crack at the top of my partly open door, during a "dream." My poor Suzuki 550 left me one brain fog morning as I flew up over the end of a car. The landing was tough, but the moment of shocking freedom memorable. The glimmer of hope I have for the future is the possibility of jet packs.
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,"
hahahaha... well that is known. I love poetry, though sometimes in recent years I have to recreate the personal environment for poetry. It is always worth the experience. Cheers.
*I'll have to think about the passing on of this award! Though I am curious what Suldog might say bad about me.... lol.
7 comments:
Nice blog. And even Suldog couldn't possibly say anything bad about you, Chris. :-)
Don't you dare!
Oh, I KNEW Suldog was showing up any minute, growling :-)
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Suldog, *tag* you're it!
You so do NOT want to do that. Believe me.
Nor do I. So I won't. So there.
Nyah-Nyah!
(*sticks out tongue, then runs away*)
Chris - Pardon me, I've been critically ill with a severe case of Spring Fever. Can't seem to think, let alone focus on any particular thing for more than 10 seconds. Hmm sounds like I'm reliving my teen years.
Well it might not have been 10 things but at least we now know 4 things about you that we didn't a few days before. Huh...duh...I think I'm losing focus again, I have this urge to go buy 10 pounds of modeling clay, but have no idea what the _ _ _ _ I'd do with it !
Beautiful poem.
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