It’s quite my style
to wait for a while,
to sit back and wait
while holding a bait.
And it’s just bad luck
every once in a muck
that the prey
goes away
without taking a bite.
Nothing caught. Good night.
– Leonard “Amateur Fisherman” Blumfeld
Written for Sunday Scribblings #133, My style.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Today's romantic horoscope
Today's horoscope said:
Your romantic partner could be expressing intense emotions towards you today. These might be positive, but they also could be negative. Try not to let any emotional outbursts disturb you too much. Sometimes it's important to release energy that you have been holding in. Your partner might need to get some things off of the chest, and you should try to listen with an attitude of compassion and empathy.The main difficulty is the little devil of a romantic partner herself. Is she or is she not? Anyway, feedback today has been both - a smile in the morning and ignorance in the afternoon. Neither very intense... But I always listen with an attitude of compassion and empathy. Even when there's nothing to listen to...
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Forbidden
I knew I had done something forbidden – something terribly forbidden.
The faces around me were solemn and accusing, all those faces of people I'd thought I knew well and that now looked as closed as closed books. I'd even thought that they liked me.
No-one came forward to tell me what I'd done that was so terribly forbidden.
But I was all heated up about it, beet red in the face, cheeks burning, hands clenched, an electric feeling all over my body.
Solemn, silent, accusing faces around me.
No-one would talk.
That, perhaps, was the worst.
Worse than whatever I'd done that was so terribly forbidden.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written for Sunday Scribblings' Forbidden. An improvisation on some of the guilt nightmares I've had.
The faces around me were solemn and accusing, all those faces of people I'd thought I knew well and that now looked as closed as closed books. I'd even thought that they liked me.
No-one came forward to tell me what I'd done that was so terribly forbidden.
But I was all heated up about it, beet red in the face, cheeks burning, hands clenched, an electric feeling all over my body.
Solemn, silent, accusing faces around me.
No-one would talk.
That, perhaps, was the worst.
Worse than whatever I'd done that was so terribly forbidden.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written for Sunday Scribblings' Forbidden. An improvisation on some of the guilt nightmares I've had.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
One cool dissolve
In one dissolve
that trinket –
that measly little
stinky pink thing –
destroyed all my zest
– Len "Falls for Trinkets" Blumfeld
A somewhat deviant haiku written to get dissolve, trinket and zest from 3WW to interact. And a free contribution to Totally Optional Prompts.
Note
Not much work here at work ... and it shows, doesn't it!
that trinket –
that measly little
stinky pink thing –
destroyed all my zest
– Len "Falls for Trinkets" Blumfeld
A somewhat deviant haiku written to get dissolve, trinket and zest from 3WW to interact. And a free contribution to Totally Optional Prompts.
Note
Not much work here at work ... and it shows, doesn't it!
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