Recently, Wolffie has sent me stories in short prose-like form that are really cool. He claims that the symbolism and insight goes into them just flows without conscious effort. They make me reflect. He’s posted a few on his blogs.

So it inspired a recent spate of poorly written kindergarten type lines from me. I think the Poetry contest poked me too. heh A few lines is all I can muster at a time.

This just a little something something I wrote to Wolff this morning. I call this type of writing Urban Prose.

Cup of coffee in my hand
Take me to the promised land
Where reason, composure, and civility
Would make the day easier for me.

And another non-nonsensical one I posted on Tamin’s page.

Fly by “hi”
In the air

My tight butt
can’t sit straight
in the chair

There’s no rain,
Just sunshine
If this don’t rhyme,
then I’m blind

or deaf

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

And one for Joy that’s on her page.

What joy!
She winks when she orders
She blinks when she’s ordered
She thrives
She’s ALIVE!

I also wrote one awhile back for my smartasskitten, but I can’t find it.

*Watch out SA. One will come for you one day.*

I don’t remember if I ever posted anything sent to me via email, but, this . . .

Subject: Fw: Memorial Service: you’re invited.

Today, like yesterday, was a beautiful, weather wise. The temperature was in the mid 80s, the sun was shining, and the air was dry.

Two days in a row, I saw a hawk in my back yard. He was HUGE. The first time, he perched on the deck for just a few seconds before swooping down on his prey. It happened so fast, there was no chance to catch him on my cell.

Today, while I sat on my deck, he was perched in a tree not 20 feet away. His gray, white, and black feathers were unmistakable. I watched him for about 15 minutes while on the phone with a friend. If I tried to take a photo, he would probably have flown away. I mean, how many times am I going to see something like that in my lifetime?

But that’s not the only thing that wow-ed me. This afternoon, as I was driving toward the UPS store on a busy 6 lane road, I saw a huge, helmeted kid riding a shiny red bike with high handle bars on the sidewalk. He stopped and looked both ways at the driveway entrance to a church. I was stopped at a red light behind another driver who was also observing this . . . big . . . boy who . . . was (upon closer inspection,) a white haired, stoop shouldered, weather-ed faced, obviously renewed, older man.

beatific smile

Wait! There’s more.

On my way back, while I waited to turn left down the road that led to my street, I saw a “blue hair” on the corner, sitting on a traffic yellow colored Vespa, fiddling around with something in her purse. She pulled out her lipstick.