Teal

The button said, "Start fresh"
Bluer colors moving across teal
looking coolish
not foolish
and I am extremely loving the parts
of that color today
moving through near dead silence
before the house awakens.

Monday I wore the blues well
I wore a bluish turtleneck with a teal paisley design
Yesterday I wore minty green
topped with evergeen branches, marrooned birds
and teal blue birds.
Today I am teal.
I will consume the color
or will it consume me?

I once knew a girl named Teal
Did she feel it?
Did she like her name?
Was it that different from Ruby or Jane?
Wonder who she is now?
Where she is?
What become of her life?
Did she live up to the name?
Does anyone?

What color are you today?
~theRAV~

I finished The Accidental Vampire. Now what?

She said, she said...

This afternoon I turned from teal to purple.... I let someone get to me today over something so childishly silly. She who will remain nameless did not not like it because another lady asked for whom the phone held. I simply answered, "Her" for the nameless one. Her told me she had a name. I told her I had food in my mouth when I said it. Then she said, "But you could say 'her'." So I said, "Well, E-X-C-U-S-E ME!" very sarcastically. She mumbled something else I couldn't hear, but I let that slide by. Why? Had I reached my boiling point? I HATE working with tempermental, moody women! Being an artist full time is looking better and better especially at moments like this one. But I have a family to support, bills to pay, supplies to buy so that is only a dream for now. I guess I just got a pissy attitude today. Sorry. I think I am entitled. I haven't had one for awhile. It just killed me to call her by her name moments ago but she wasn't in the room so it doesn't count.

"She Who Will Be Nameless"

The black eeriness is swirling
over the purple rages in the skies
over the the office at work again.
She who will be nameless arrives
Late as always
Dictating her time in hours
which isn't right
for I am the Keeper of Time
and her's is running out
as is my patience with her.
It became a pissing contest
about hearing her name spoken.
Those letters left unsaid.
I speak sarcastically to get my message across
then ending it with the eeriness of swearing silently
then total silence
where the devil awaits.

Now the black eeriness fades back
into lavendar haze
easing the devil one more.
Back to normal?
Far too much silence spoken
thickens the air.
Ask me if I care?
She shall remain nameless in my book
forever and ever.
Amen.


Janet of Lavendar loft helped turn my day back around with a neat post about Bricks today. She took a photo of an unusual brick chimney she passes by frequently. I wasn't quite sure about the rules of the ABC Wedesday thing, but I went with my own B words... which seems kinda fitting... LOL Thanks for that, Janet.

"B Words"

buffer pads ordered
butler's shoes
bypasses bypassed
about to blare out her gospel screechings
by reaching for my Bon Jovi cd
or better yet the Rolling Stones'
"Sympathy for the Devil" anyone?
The old Becky is back.
Boisterous as ever.
I welcome her.
~theRAV~

Three poems in one day. Hey! Hey! Hey! Maybe I should get pissed more often! I guess that is my word for the day since I have used it so much.