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 Jun 2013 Henry Yarbrough
st64
how he loved his sweetheart queen
she always wore the silver bracelet
he gave when she turned sixteen
now their kids are growing; how time has flit



10 a.m.

Eyes opening, sun comes streaming through the windows. It's so late!

I rise, feel so groggy....what's this weighty load on me...?
I've been sleeping, yet feel profoundly *weary
.
Where is everyone?
"Muriel...?"
I get to the bathroom to wash and shave.

My wife appears at the door, "Honey, where have you been? Oh, we haven't seen you in so long... Welcome back! Come down for tea, dahling."
She pours a glittering smile and reaches up to touch my cheek with the back of her left hand, fingernails painted deep red...her nuptial rings still a dazzle after so many years...but she....
"Alright, dahling?"
"Y-yes, dear."

She had never called me darling...or even dahling....before...!
Huh?
And off she goes, to the kitchen.
Welcome back?? did she say?? And her eyes were shining so bright...
Wait a minute....just  hold on ....what....??
I shake my head, unable to toss some heavy feeling....a dense cloud in my head.



10:30 a.m.

Now I'm dressed and freshened up, I head down.

Feeling better, I see my warmhearted and humorous son at the pine dinette table.
I smile warmly as he turns to look up...I remember the promise that we'd go fishing this weekend.
"Hey, budd....."
I reach over to touch his hair, but he flinches away..!

"Who's this, Mom?" Kyle demands hotly.
My wife gives a bright smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes and says: "Now, Kyle....behave. It's Daddy.."
"Oh, he's just .....tired, ok."

She waltzes over and politely hands me a steaming mug.
What in the name of....???
Over the cloud of coffee, I watch them all.
Little Jenny, but my jolly toddler...now on her mother's hip...watches with wary eyes and reaches out to scratch me, her pacifier hanging from a blue ribbon, like a noose from her 'happy-smiles' bib.

"But Mom, he's been away so long...for years and..."
I hear him whispering sullen and lizard-like, to his mother....but he's hissed into silence.

What in the heck....?
"Now, children," Muriel says patiently, "go play out in the yard..."

Oh, I'm feeling so frazzled!



11:00 a.m.

I decide I've had enough.

My wife is at the sink, thickly busy rinsing cups and plates; she smiles sweetly, humming.
She never did like doing dishes....
Now there she stands, looking all coiffed and made-up, hopelessly incongruous...

I shake my head; thoughts roll and collide, like mysterious marbles across my mind-floor...
Kyle watches me hostile, from the garden...arms folded defiantly across his chest.
Jenny's on her tricycle, red as a fire-engine.....eyes blankly staring, bent on crisscrossing her scalene triangle trip.

I turn to ask: "Muriel, where's your bracelet, dear? You always have it on."
"Oh, dahling...don't you worry. It's upstairs on the dresser."

And yet.....I was there earlier whilst dressing, and I didn't see it!

Baffled, I step out to the kids.
I prune the bougainvillea and then rake some leaves. Hairs stand up on the back of my neck....
It feels as if I'm being watched...when I look up to see, they are all quickly resume their activities.
Muriel just keeps on that shiny smile for me.


11:30 a.m.

This is it.

As I rake, some leaves make way for a clearing in the yard.
Bending down to scoop some up, a shiny reflection catches my eye...there's the silver bracelet with that beautiful twist of blue as gemstones.
What was it doing here...?

Still pondering, I see my wife's head **** up from the kitchen window...lips curling back...oh, no smile this time...body looking too *****...eyes like saucers, way, way too interested.....

I look down again...move some more leaves.....a curled hand....But it looks like ......

I recognise my Muriel's hand, her clear and pushed-backed-cuticle fingernails....her arm..her face....but.....
she's here.....!!

What the.....??

I turn round slowly to look.....only..... too slowly.....







how I loved my sweetheart Muriel
who always wore her silver bracelet
with that beautiful
twist of blue




S T, 11 June 2013
Partly inspired by movie 'Haunting in Salem'...just some ****** film I couldn't finish....lol
Dozed off and wrote this thing, instead :)


sub-entry: none
 Jun 2013 Henry Yarbrough
Marian
Part I
The sun shines brightly now
That the storm is over
Fresh raindrops
Sparkle in
The sunlight
On those satin flowers
That dance in the meadow
After the storm the world is
Awaken freshly
And enchantingly
Anew

Part II
As I walk through
That familiar woodland
Path that I've walked before
I notice that this looks more
Enchantingly beautiful that before
The mist surrounds the trees and hangs
In that beautiful misty sky
A powdery grey
The leaves look
More greener than
Ever before
'Tis a work of God
One of His mighty
Works
Painted
With
Skill

*
~Marian~
Again, I hope this sounds okay!!! :P I probably should have deleted this instead of posting!!!
Sorry, ladies and gentlemen!!! :( ~<3
 Jun 2013 Henry Yarbrough
st64
Deep down inside, I have this feeling
Trouble lies behind those eyes
Do you need me to change my ways
For our dialogue to stay open?

Deep down inside, I have this feeling
Desire plays within your mind
Do you need to float on another cloud?
Seems you're writing your thoughts in the sky

Refrain:
Perhaps there's no place big enough for you
You crave more space, our kanvass is too small
So, I'm lying here on the floor
See your thinking bounce off the walls
Hoping you're still my true friend.....


S T, 4 June 2013
(an older song...of erstwhile years)

Can one stay friends..even as we change and grow?
Can true friends accept and embrace the things that the years teach us?
No-one really stays the same...we can't! lol

The only thing which remains constant, other than death...is CHANGE, not so?

Just 'cos we're adults, doesn't mean we've stopped growing: sure, physically maybe...but, other spheres of growth...

What was that cool saying I read somewhere:
'If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent their growing.'
                                                                                                  - Coco Chanel



sub-entry:

'letting grow'

1.
love the giddying feeling
of the merry-go-round, yes.

love dancing
to that disco beat, yes.

love going out
and doing things, yes.

2.
then, there comes a time
when we least expect,
yet need most of all:
a powerful lesson to learn.

3.
love isn't really about letting go
...growing up ain't about being so serioso, **** it!

it's simple:
merely allow space for...letting grow,
ohhh yeah!


(comme la vie est belle, mes amis :)
Rebellious minds wander through enlightenment
With new found insight into a deeper understanding
An illuminated sense of self - disguised in complexity
Stroking our ego's with a persuasive fascination
Gutless contrarians thriving off schematic exceptions
Objecting to proposals is all that seems formidable
Double edged intellect embracing it's own prevarication
Claiming supremacy as the better half of the equation

One more plagiarized thought to dwell on
Re-occurrence of Ideals in plain lucidity
Come crawling forth from the genetic sea
To stain our mind with a rhetorical monotony
Monolithic horizons expanding out of view
A facade of a paradise - lost in a new weary age
These frail structures collapse and rebuild
reclaiming everything that we once had known
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