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A Poem about Summer Slovens

AS IF ANGRY

She began as if friendly,
That pretty day,
To mother the throng in the park,
To permit their play.

No angst and no reason to abandon their plans
To line up for climbs, twists and plummets
On steep skeletal frames.
For some, a summertime dare to prepare
For psychotic amusement—pitch dark to unnerve
—Silent ghosts appear to touch, taunt and scare.
On this sumptuous day,
Perhaps paltry prizes
For enduring game gamblers,
Or one could gorge on sweets, greasy ribs
And fat burgers.

Crushed pop cans, foam cups, candy floss holders; Waxed wrappers, wasted serviettes, lost tickets,
Even striped straws smeared with lipstick…
All was well for the trash-dripping humans
Creating weak Ozone—no concern.

She began as if nurturing, that gentle day.
But her breath was the warning,
Tenacious and damp,
As if to blow on a long cake
Too large to guess age or count candles.
No other caution she gave,
Not even to musicians plugged into the band shell.
She came as if angry.
Somber mood and thunderous steps;
Blew down a few tents;
Knocked over a petite human guest.

She brought with her a bruised sky.
Bright spikes from those crowded clouds
Tore through steel-grey’s supple flesh.
And then, her stern rain.

Mama-atmosphere at first had smiled,
Endorsing their frolic outside,
Yet it seemed she had lied.
She chastised once more,
An emotional tone,
And let her cold tears pour,
Forcing the throng to clear
Allowing her to cleanse the Slovens’ playpen.

For this is Planet Earth;
First hers, not theirs.

Alas, the humans would be back;
Litter scattered.
Disrespect.

And so she brewed…
She’d be back, too.

L. P. Penner

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Ladies, would you help me?

I need opinions, that’s all, and I know women love to help one another. I will not find you and spam you, I absolutely promise.

I’m preparing my novel for marketing in the traditional publishing setting, and my most interested beta readers are women. My synopsis is only 140 words. Would you please indicate if indeed you can imagine yourself curled up with this realistic fiction?

They All Wore Black concerns a traumatized, hushed up family struggling to learn it’s okay to cry out:

Brad Fadden trudges with his head down and his guard up. His deviant father died, but Brad aches with raw, nauseating secrets. Haunting memories. His haggard mother is reticent about it. His protective sister fled eight years ago because of it.

It’s 1988. Ganja, cocaine, pills—easy scores. Even so, fifteen-year-old Brad’s illusion of escape does not subdue his crippling emotions. He’s off to harass his dead father’s socially inept boozing pal who guards the pivotal truth, and that fearful sot may be the only one who knows it.

A peculiar old man intermittently appears to caution Brad about addictions and fact seeking, leaving him to think he’s hallucinating, but the kid won’t stop prying. They say, “The truth will set you free.” They’re wrong.

Thanks for your help, ladies.

Lynn

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Passwords Lockouts

It would seem that I neglected my blog page, and I have. Sort of.

Password lockouts have kept me from blogging. I don’t claim to understand why my password stops working, but here I am after what seems like being held down by a size 15 shoe on an athletic foot which of course would be on the connecting leg. That’s as far as my mind film goes.

I’m all right. I have survived worse. Like being pinned to the couch by my seventeen pound cat. They know when we have a full bladder. They prove their mysterious cat knowledge by kneading the bladder.

In the meantime, when I’m not trapped on my furniture, I have noticed new readers and followers, so thank you for  keeping me alive! If the password gods have mercy, I’ll blog again soon.

The sun has graced my part of the world with its occasional grin today. It’s been grey for a month. I must get out there.

Thanks again, and have a sunny day.

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The Last Stretch

Oh-so-human Trials

Don’t despair if someone is resisting your goal. Perhaps celebrate it as a sign that you’re closer than you thought. No matter what you’re heading toward, keep driving your efforts until you can stab a flag in it.

Lynn P. Penner

Thanks for reading. 🙂

 

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