you know,
not so long ago
bootless folds of time
wrinkled our minds
life not a bow tie event
faceless selfies needed to vent
there were the highs
there were the lows
those in the parade
a slapdash masquerade?
lackluster acts a plethora of airs
inviting judgment fixated stares
the world intoxicated
our future speculated
like a drunken apostrophe
oh lord won’t you buy me
a Mercedes Benz
and a magical lens
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals.
Lyrically, I personally lean towards venting. – Patrick Stump
throwback to my Tuesday Chatter, 2017-18 series, since retired.
Go Dog Go Café 
Brilliant! From nostalgic to comic!
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Just sayin’, Eugenia – I kept reading ‘high’ as ‘thigh’ – worked in my mind – but I read it your way in the end my friend.
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🤔 Thanks for reading and commenting, Eric.
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Interesting, I was thinking nostalgic too, but the end throws me back to the beginning and I read another layer that perhaps mocks that past life?
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Most of the poems I wrote for the Tuesday Chatter series reflected “back in the day”. Some I related to actual events that took place in certain years – sixties through nineties. I enjoyed writing these because it sparked my curiosity forcing me to research reasons for things that happened back then. Mind you, my life spanned many yesteryears and my perception of what took place back then is much different now that I am older. Plus, a lot of what I wrote tied in phrases and titles from music.
When I switched to the Gutenberg editor, many of my older posts errored. Thus the reason for my retiring the TC series, however, I copied/pasted the poems into Word in order to repurpose.
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Interesting… what is this Gutenberg editor thing you speak of?
The past is funny that way, isn’t it? Memories shaped by lyrics and scattered truths.
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Delightful Eugenia!
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Thank you, Linda.
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i like that phrase “wrinkled our minds” like a frown from inside when a thought could not take hold. I am not sure why or how but your poem reminds me of the Philadelphia Experiment, was it a hoax, did it exceed physical laws? very thought provoking lines
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Thank you, Gina, and I love your take on my intent!
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you really got me thinking! a pleasure Eugenia.
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