Anybody’s Poem
What to hold onto
Vs.
What to touch
What to soak
What to brush
What to ignore
What to go for
What to save
What to spend
Anyone could have
written this poem.
June 2, 2023 by Gavin Spanagel
Anybody’s Poem
What to hold onto
Vs.
What to touch
What to soak
What to brush
What to ignore
What to go for
What to save
What to spend
Anyone could have
written this poem.
June 2, 2023 by Gavin Spanagel
Acorn Dreams
Do acorns dream
With open eyes
Longing for limbs
Believing in leaves?
What’s under their cap
An itch to bark?
A cool patch of earth
To stretch roots
Acorn dreams on.
June 2, 2023 by Gavin Spanagel
Ask Me What I Know of Blue
I’ve got the blues the lady sings
Give me blue mountains not a gold ring
Blue days and blue rivers
Blue water running to the sea
Blue pines and blue jays
Blue haze and blue cheese
Blue dusk and blue dawn
Blue blessing and sorrow
Blue of all tomorrow
All this blue and water
Sliding through my hands
No longer blue but silver clear
Shifting as the sand
Bluebirds and blue moods
Blueberries plump and sweet
Blue blood and a robin’s egg
My blue heaven
Life on this blue planet
Blue infinity
We are one in water every vein is blue
Blood beneath every skin
Is all the same in you
In another life maybe I would have been braver about challenging those who tried to convince me that I was who I wasn’t. Steered my own course rather than sailing to the port those judgmental few had pre-determined was my destination.
In a frame of mind that held confidence rather than self criticism, I might have done wondrous things for which I'd be respected, and rewarded for what I'd achieved. Rather than someone who allowed herself to be wounded and sidelined, by the ridicules of the past.
A person ready to meet and be with that dreamed of man. The one whose hair would be dark as night with eyes that shone with wisdom, humor, and reflected the sea and the heavens. The one who would recognize and love, the woman I’ve always thought I could be.
Miracles and magic aren’t unheard of but rare. For me in this life, the belief is not yet gone, but fades away like memories, as more days pass.
Maybe in another life, all this was or could have been. Maybe in another life, it still could be!
What a delicious time of year to have a murder. The family all gathered around the roaring fireplace, Christmas Tree ablaze in lights and shiny decorations, wassail bowl filled in anticipation, when suddenly, mean old Chet falls dead, face down, into the roaring fire.
The flames are so intense and large as if sent by the Devil himself. Before anyone can reach him, Chet’s clothes are aflame.
John and Jake, Chet’s two sons, grab his ankles and drag the corpse off the pyre and roll it up in a Persian carpet, extinguishing the flames.
Flames safely out, John rolls the smoking Chet onto his back and everyone stares down at the crispy critter who once was a father, husband, grandfather and the biggest philanderer within a five county radius.
Karen screams and points. “Oh my god! Look at his pants! Look at his crotch!”
“Hmmm,” says Bill, Karen’s latest heart throb. “Well, yes. It would appear he has now been cooked. As one might say, as the song goes, ‘Chet’s nuts roasted on an open fire’. Eh?”
Karen is now laughing uncontrollably and proclaiming, “The old bastard finally got it in the end. Right where he oughta… in old the storage locker!”
Bill, John and Jake quickly look down at their zippers, collectively vowing to keep their equipment ‘in the storage locker’.
Karen doesn’t care about Bill and the contents of his storage locker. She’s going dump him after New Year’s and head south and find a certain Cabana Boy. Why not? She inherits dear old Chet’s estate, or will, after her two brothers expire.
Later, the police come. As this was a death with the body being badly damaged, the coroner orders an autopsy and inquest. Only then did it come out that old Chet had been murdered with a thin spiked cylindrical weapon. Possibly a woman’s hatpin? But, no one present at Chet’s roasting was known to use or have such a device.
Karen had dumped her hatpin collection years ago. But, she did save one piece for a possible special occasion. The special occasion had now come and gone, taking Chet and his nuts with it. And, no one would ever find that special hatpin.