Sunglasses Saga: Week IV

January 8, 2009 Thursday Emperor Nero watched gladiatorial fights whilst holding up polished emerald green gems to cut the sun's glare. The first actual recorded evidence of someone wearing sunglasses appears in a painting by Tommaso da Modena in 1352! Good morning! 

  January 9, 2009 Friday The space between the earth and heaven is filled with things that fly. Birds swoop and glide and feather on the breeze; silver tubes leaving wakes upon the white-blue sky; kites with tails aflutter and bemused children attached; and plastic bags and paper torn all dancing of their freedom with the wind. Be wary not to let the flying debris knock the sunglasses from your face. Good afternoon!

January 10, 2009 Saturday No prose today. 

January 11, 2009 Sunday Snaking finger tendrils of copper-coloured desert crossed our path this morning. They clawed and undulated their way across the asphalt divide swirling the microcosmic dance of the web of life. I raised my sunglasses to watch things more clearly and found them the everyday hue of the pale dust so prevalent our desert valley. I think my sunglasses show me a more spiritual world. Good morning. 

January 12, 2009 Monday I read somewhere once that living vicariously through others is not living at all. I would have to disagree. My sunglasses and I have seen and heard and have experienced some amazing drama this week. We couldn't have gotten more on a nude beach in South America filled with jealous lovers. Living vicariously through others is like being a aunt... you get all the joys of the niece and nephew but get to give them back before they pee in your bed (or at least you hope.) Good morning!

January 13, 2009 Tuesday "The verity of statements firm Grants passage to this place in turn." His winged feet beguile my soul On travel into darkness whole. We pass into the Underworld For fleeting life has come unfurled. Remove my frames so as to see As we pass 'neath the worldly tree. Then fields ablaze, Helios bright Replace the shades to stay the light. "The verity of statements firm," says the Keeper of the Herm. "Relax, enjoy, no Cerebus pass No Tartarus chains, no Hades' wrath... The verity of statements firm Show honour, virtue, ability to learn." Pompaios Hermes then did lie With grin and sigh and smile wry Upon the golden grass so sweet With shades in place all nice and neat. 

January 13, 2009 Wednesday Today I was graced to witness a small, young boy practicing on his skateboard. He was all alone; spinning and twirling... and falling... in the shadows of some palm trees off in a sequestered corner. With every failure he would upright himself, reassess, and retry the maneuver. If my sunglasses actually have the power to make me look at what IT desires me to see... then perhaps I should be grateful. Good evening! I hope your day went well.

09/07/09

In the cool we listen
To love songs & much sap
And play with our phone's buttons
To find the one we lack.

Staring from the table,
Sunglasses seem subdued:
The hard work's all outside
Where the sun's heat can be rude.

Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!

Sunglasses Saga: Week III

December 31, 2008: Wednesday

Rhinestone-speckled, tortoise-framed shades,
Come to my aid, come to my aid!
Dim the chaos of the threatening near,
Calm the tumult of the passing year.
Sweep with delight away visions done past,
Bring in the new and make it doth last.
Send me to places filled with right dreams,
Let reality supplant till bursting at seams.
Rhine-stone speckled, tortoise-framed shades,
May we seek together good fortune in spades.
Happy New Year!

January 1, 2009: Thursday

I must admit that my reality is tinted -- not suffused tawny amber as my lenses -- blushed remarkable instead by souls familiar resplendent. Angelic mortals are all of you -- whether vile or splendid, contentious or amicable -- it is my honour to be enlightened by your countenance. Thank you! Have a great afternoon!

January 2, 2009: Friday

Ashen, dusky, walking clouds girdled in apricot luminosity reflect off the lenses reclining on the dash. I peer into the failing blue and watch as Mother Nature mimics the work of Michelangelo. Good evening!

January 3, 2009: Saturday

No message. Busy day.

January 4, 2009: Sunday

Hurky jerky was the night,
Wracked with cough and putrid plight,
Senses desperate, please relieve,
NYQUIL! NYQUIL! NYQUIL! *wheeze*

My first text I received this almost sick-free morning was from my friend Robert. His puppy, Klaus, killed his sunglasses this morning. I read this text through the lenses of mine. Gently, I polished the amber glass slowly, showing much care and appreciation. I ensured them that Klaus was very, very far away. I'm a thousand percent better this morning. Good morning!

January 5, 2009: Monday

The weatherman says it will be cloudy for days. My sunglasses, while jubilant for the short vacation, will miss the view from atop my head. It will not miss, however, the smudgy fingerprints I always seem to cover them with while there. Good afternoon!

January 6, 2009: Tuesday

I'm a little worries about Erma. She took me off vaycay! Sumthin' bout the wetherman being rong. Is it my fault the wethrmn was rong!? oops, someones comming. Ciao, baby!

I want to apologize for the last text you received. I don't know who could have sent it. I was looking for my phone and I found it under my sunglasses. you don't think.... nah... couldn't be... Good morning!

Originally sent as text messages.

Vegas Skies 09/05/09

I watched the sky go dark and stray
To God's face, Loki's laugh, to dragons at play.
Though silver lining did mostly fray
Rainbows played on edges gray.
Sunglasses riding on my head
Watching it's own skies of lead...
Hailstorms threaten; Rain will tread
On desert sands the radio said.

Silver-fingered palm fronds
Frantic in the wind,
Diamond stippled waters-
Golden as light dims.

Sunglasses on the table,
Watching as I float
In the warmth of waters
Of my famous moat.

Erma
Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!

Setting down his fiery sword,
The Sun God down doth lie
Surrend'ring to his soulmate
The Goddess Moon is nigh.
Growing to her fullness
She brings thee all ye want:
I want my own sunglasses
And not this plastic junk.

Erma
Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!

Sunglasses Saga: Week II

December 24, 2008: Wednesday

Neutral gray clouds swathe and cradle the light of the newborn SUN. Sprightly clutches of white nuzzle every nook and cranny of the immutable, dark, breast-peaked mountains. A coalescing of love, stemmed from the small joy of finding the perfect gift, from humming along with muzak-ed Christmas carols, from the planning of great feasts, and to the twittering anticipation of spiked eggnog, embrace our colour washed valley. My sunglasses and I hope the holidays have brought you as much love as the Universe is exhibiting.

December 25, 2008: Thursday

Seemingly about to be crushed by another despondent, cold, wintry day... my partner in frames draw my eyes to the horizon. There, I see the metaphoric future filled with bright, hopeful, optimistic days. So bright, in fact, that I pull my compadre down from their perch on my head and we finish the drive into work together, as one. Good morning! Merry Christmas to you who celebrate. My day is filled with effin'.... fun, family, feasting, friends and film. Would you like to join us for the film?

December 26, 2008: Friday

Conversing with Caeious at the BBC, I see no reason to remove my sunglasses since the sun streams so very strongly here. He, the young sun, is brilliant today as the breath of the Goddess sweeps out the old year to make way for the new. It's beautiful how they work in tandem with one another to accomplish their goal, isn't it? Good afternoon!

December 27, 2008: Saturday

Yellowing mulberry leaves crunch underfoot. The air is medicinally crisp and soothes the breath and the lungs. The sun touches warm the bits of exposed flesh from under winter layers. My sunglasses are cool to the touch on my brow and temples. It's like we've traveled back into time and it's now the perfect autumn day. Good afternoon.

December 28, 2008: Sunday

I didn't pause to don my friends this morning, so my brow creased: my eyes sliver thin. I worry today. Finally, they call out... literally (probably all the attention they've had as of late) and I put them on allowing for the slow relaxation of all my eye and facial muscles. I finish my ride into work. I'm fine. I hope you are, too. Good morning.

December 29, 2008: Monday

This morning, on my way into work, my sunglasses and I witnessed a group of friends standing on a street corner engaged in raucous laughter. So cacophonous was their revelry that I heard it over the thrum of the engine, through the warm, glass-enclosed cab of the truck, and over the news whispering their stories in my ear. We saw a young cowboy-to-be riding a pale, chestnut horse with his father, a smile stretched from ear to ear. What a great way to start the week. Good afternoon.

December 30, 2008: Tuesday

Frosted windshields and tips of grass encapsulated in icy prisms reveal the gelid nature of the night. Contrails crisscross the glacial blue sky above. The warmth of my breath fog the lenses of my sunglasses as I put them on to face the rarely seen early morning sun. Today is poetry day with Sue at ReJavanate. You are more than welcome to join. Good morning.