I walk the dusty road of false time, seeking angels with broken wings. Only they know my sorrow and how unforgiving the gods can be. I don’t need their lives vicariously, my window is the same, yet I have no wings. I see through the dirt and grime that only rain can wash away, sometimes.
When the after-time comes, my sorrow will be complete. The gods will walk among us telling tall tales of how they were created. Yes, they too must answer to their gods. Their iniquities will be brought to judgement’s feet, then they will be asked, how did you nurture your creations? how did you help them to become gods?
the park benches wait for children.
lonely and longing for the weekend fraught with giggles and bruised knees,
they wait for light and dark to revolution less than six times.
that is all it will take to bring the children.
sneakered and bare feet trampling the sand.
the benches wait.
somewhere behind night the laughter awaits.
the children fold into innocence.
they brith a new future,
where race and identity merge.
the playground becomes the neutral zone.
colors are for the external world.
I sat in the park today, thinking. I didn’t focus on anything in particular. I listened to woodpeckers feverishly pecking away at trees and red pyramids at the top of a swing set. One I saw atop the swing had a vibrant red head, black upper body, white lower body and black tale. It appeared regal. I wondered why it wanted to peck through toxic paint to get to whatever was hiding inside the pyramid.
People drove in and out, some parked for five to ten minutes, others got out to get their morning exercise. I thought about these people and wondered how they saw their lives. What does it mean to them to walk in the park? Why do they want to exercise? For health? To wear a bikini for the summer? Are they walking merely to contemplate life? Or did they leave home to get away from a horrible fight?
I thought about existence and the unanswered question of why we are here. What does it mean to even be here? In 1,000 years, what will sit on the spot where the swing currently sits? I can only speculate.
A dozen more thoughts came and went. They were all theoretical and filled with inquisitiveness.
Brick red journal. Pleather string wrapped three times, tight, to seal the words inside. Gem stone glued to the middle, circled by a carved and braided sunshine design, a mandala. Spine pleather crossed holding together the many sentences that spill across pages unnumbered.
the journal laughs and weeps all at once. i am merely a vessel, here to give to the journal the sustenance it needs to birth worlds through words.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Oh snap, how cool is this!? It’s a writing prompt that takes me back to my junior high and high school days when saying, “Oh snap!” was the thing. It was equivalent to saying, “For real!” or “Damn!” or even “Oh wow!” I’ve even used it to express how cool something was. Like, “Oh snap, that dress is the bomb!” Oh snap could be used as a response to several strange, crazy, wild, unreal, cool experiences or observations. Many times it would be accompanied by a balled fist touching the mouth, with a slight lean backwards and to one side, eyebrows raised with an expression of surprise or amazement.
Ah, the long ago school years. The 70s and 80s were a hell of a time. Teenagers during the 70s and 80s were on the cusp of change. For example, while I didn’t much see exclusively black and white television that I could recall, there were still shows that ran black and white interspersed with full color television shows before I had reached high school age. The country was advancing toward an increase in computer use as the average American began to discover home personal computers at an accelerated rate. We were the transitional children, seeing the world continually transition from the old to the new technologically.
“Oh snap! They got a video game called Space Invaders?”
I remember watching many reruns of The Honeymooners, which aired in black & white and ran its final episode in the fall of 1956. Thirty minutes later I would find myself watching the Odd Couple which ran in full color. Nowadays, reruns of old black and white television programs are reserved for certain cable channels. But during those days when black & white and color programs were interspersed, the Oh snap factor was still present and profound. “Oh snap, Thriller is coming on! Grab the blankets and turn out the lights!” Everything was new and exciting and color television was grounds alone to say, Oh snap!
“Oh snap! The Twilight Zone is coming on! Get some Jiffy Pop!” The Twilight Zone was where I learned myriad life lessons given that it was brimming with episode after episode of moral dilemmas either resolved or unresolved. It ran all the way into 1964, all black & white up to that point before they revived it in color with original and rebooted episodes. So as transitional youth, we saw many changes in cinema and television. The changes were amazing and wondrous and transformed our view of the world. Every moment was an Oh Snap moment for us during the 70s and 80s.
I still find myself using Oh Snap from time to time.