_Scene: After the fight_
His snore filled the room now,
Like air inside a balloon.
Thoughts run like sprinters in her mind.
Steady. Distant. A retreat.
Sonia stood. Always standing.
Her eyes locked on the door.
Not wood. Not paint.
An exit.
The course was set,
Like the stubborn August breeze.
Purpose sharpened in her chest.
The bulb still buzzed.
The night was almost over.
For two who once joked they were lovers.
She breathed. She was ready.
_Scene: John comes home drunk, midnight_
Car door slammed at 11:58.
Keys sang like broken bells.
Heavy feet dragged the dust in,
Almost slumping.
"The night rider is back,"
Sonia said to the empty room.
He knocked anyway.
"You reek of alcohol," she told the dark.
"You never listen to advice."
His hand lifted.
Her eyes did not drop. Still.
"I won't back down, John."
The bulb buzzed between them.
“Don’t call me mad,” she screamed.
Hand raised in reaction to her words.
But she planted her feet, like cocoa tree.
“Raise it again. Bear the cost.”
“Wives stab husbands now,” he joked, afraid.
“You'll join your matrimonial abuse colleagues in jail,
Or you think women aren't welcome there?”
He wanted her gone.
New woman to be welcomed at the door.
She wanted independence from a man
Who bragged about his nothingness.
“Your rickety car will fail you.
You’re already down like a crashed plane,” said she.
One bulb. Two shadows.
Marriage died by midnight.
Cab door slams.
Midnight bleeds.
Keys jingle like broken dreams.
“The night rider is back,” she sighs.
Beer breath fills that one room.
“Who?” she asks the ceiling.
“Useless woman,” he spits low.
Single bulb shows a man unmade.
Hand rises. Her eyes don’t move,
Fixed like a viper before its prey.
“I won’t back down, John.”
Pot hits floor.
Emptiness reverberates.
Days numbered, he growls.
She stands, it's sure.
Door turns to flag.
Charlie, a Christmas elf found his bulb at a quarter to two
The rest of the elves kept working, they were not through
Get off your duff and help us, his brother Jim said irritated.
Charlie was fearful of losing his bulb, so he procrastinated.
At the end of the tree trimming, he tried to take the bulb with him.
Who told Santa on him? Of course it was his brother Jim.
Bulb
The bulb above me can
really see all
increases in
retail store prices ahead of
in time.
Edison bulb
Instine formula
calling bet’s
to the last three
a crazy intense formula
with pimples wild
set up now golden age
it was like a deck of card’s
down to the last three
with a gofey pimple on top
what appears now
what happens now
the last two heads
now he says drink
he wants you gone
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SPRING
Light Bulb Thinker settled down to concentrate on work
Ideas were parading, from his job he did not shirk.
Librarians hushed their clientele, so LBT could think.
Phrases and vocabulary came to him in green, yellow and pink.
Wonder what is happening? Another thinker asked.
Not sure, said the book worm, is he comfy and masked?
Does he have to be? A patron asked in a hushed tone.
They watched the amazing thinker, as he sat still as stone.
Not do bright after all
Glowing like a bulb
Covered way down deep in manure
Misrepresented and posing
as fertile soil
Backed up by so called expert
quasi intellectual bright sparks
types armed with clipboards
pie charts and endless statistics
To keep us all firmly in the dark
Using flattery as a conniving
erstwhile tool to make us all feel
Ipso - facto
De- facto
Tik - Tok - Toe
Aren't we therefore
Er- Go
Also so very , very smart as well
LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
it feels
delicate
&
ethereal
involving chance
summoned
to an
alternate
encounter
an
exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
conjured
to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
conceptual
illuminates
the scene
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
it feels
delicate
&
ethereal
involving chance
summoned
to an
alternate
encounter
an
exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
conjured
to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
conceptual
illuminates
the scene
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
A Light Bulb Moment
Miracle Man
2/9/2022
To special people I’ve bequeathed some treasure,
with no strings attached its theirs to hold.
Thinking it will give them identical pleasure,
not realizing many times their re-gifted or sold.
Just because some object has been a treasure to me,
doesn’t mean that another will view it the same.
My thinking is, theirs, this object will always be,
but out of politeness are some playing a game?
I’ve given “treasures” to others to remember me by
not realizing, that some might sooner forget.
Tom
Indigo Vibrancy
Extroverted from the green
Soft spikes speaking out
Oh!
the lite-bulb
blinked
it did
I felt it
but what was it
and where is it now
or light is too fast ~
or truth never lasts
dainty scavenger floats down
onto a mystery orb
peeks through her pretty window
wondering at the sheer beauty
of this effervescent petal
something mystical about her
An anomaly in the woods
Possibly grown by the
Felled tree
Never saw a full grown oak
landing in this spot before
A magic moment
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