Triple C 3-D darn Dubya

C

construction

cup

cave

cuddle

cluster

C

concentration

careful drawing

finding calm

clasping our hands

behind our backs

observing our constructions
from last week

@


I'm so immature

I still get a thrill

typing the AT in my email address

drawing the treble clef

curling an ampersand

circling the covered wagons

cooking chicken chili in the crockpot of letter sounds and fonts

uncapping the colored markers to write on the white board

C

collage

composition is improv, says the ballet student

in art composition is the play

the arranging

the dance with the elements I did not tell the kids

Sometimes you slide your whole collection of shapes off the paper and begin to create again.  

C

Self-publishing has a

concentric


convenient

lack of constructive criticism.

C

There are crocodiles in the moat.

C

calls today

from the care center

Maybe Dad was always a crabapple cluster bomb

I thought he was the master of self-control

critical he was of couse

but combustible not

kicking the bath aide in the abdomen and

throwing his shaver across the room

I just bought him the darn shaver last November

C

The cradle will rock

Considering various theories

tonight about just when

Dad got so angry.

W

When

Why

I blame it on Dubya.

Dad his old self would approve

Tonight Dad careemed

himself down the hall

in his wheelchair to shake a skinny

blue finger at the nurse and yell,

"You're a damn liar!" 

The supper trays weren't there yet.

He used to save that up to scream at Bush on tv

"You lied!  They died!"


© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder