Drama lives
In the slightest slight
Verified or imagined:
A cycle of absurdity
Author Archives: emtwytte
The First Day
The first day
Unnoticed
A season starting
Long overdone
A holiday anticipated
Months ago
A tradition
Lost
Art with a Spirit
Hard work makes
Art with a spirit and a soul that
No factory line can even
Dream to achieve, yet those factory and
Mill-made pieces undermine and diminish
All the effort, vision, and
Diligence poured into each piece – due to
Everyone’s unrealistic expectations of price.
The Hostess
Everywhere at once,
Helping with a smile, a laugh,
Greeting each newcomer,
And passing from one conversation
To another, from friend to friend –
The heartbeat of the gathering,
Like a watchful fire tender,
Nursing the warmth to fire.
What a Ball
An agony of politeness holding you in thrall.
Is it too early to go right now?
If it gets too late, should I go at all?
Should I be first and hang out alone?
Or should I delay? Are these heels too tall?
The cycle starts and spins and falls –
Preparation for fun. Oh joy. What a ball.
No Longer Either Short Or Stout
No longer either short or stout –
The handle flails wildly.
The spout drowns you out.
No singing or bobbing
But cursing and tears,
Sarcasm and huffing –
Oh, teenage years.
Overwhelming Exhaustion
Initially, we try to
Negotiate the ins and outs,
Telling ourselves that the
Right skills will take away the
Overwhelming exhaustion so
Vexingly integrated with
Each and every social gathering. Then,
Racked with conflict at each invitation, we’re
Tormented by the question:
Share the fun or enjoy the quiet?
twytte 