I’D RATHER STAY HOME BLUES
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Loading ...I got them blues this mornin’
And I don’t really know what to do.
I blew off my practice,
Then started to read,
Have the urge to write,
And so I am
Still feeling a bit of a funk.
Maybe I need to lighten up.
Be gentle on myself.
I sometimes though
Get weirded out by
Thoughts of reality.
Like, this is all a dream.
Not like I’m going to
Wake up in another reality
Kind of dream,
But already the first words of this poem
Are simply a memory.
So was this morning at 5:34,
When I changed the ring tone
On the phone.
And I’m weirded because
I wanted the time off between Christmas
And New Years,
Those glorious 11 days of paid vacation
All gone up in smoke.
I have to work instead.
I’ll work while others on the crew
Who also want to work, can’t.
They have to take it in the shorts like I did
Three months ago when I was laid off.
Work sharing redefined huh?
It throws doubt into the future.
And in due time, that too
Will be a memory. So you see,
What we consider a reality has very little
Real substance.
The future is unknown,
At best a speculation.
The past, from the last sentence
Extending back to an unknown beginning,
Is simply a memory at best.
Trying to capture it is like
Trying to capture the moment
Water turns to steam.
So I sit here eating my breakfast,
Feeling the crunch of the peanut butter
On my bagel, tasting
The all natural peanutty goodness,
Along with some oatmeal,
Sweetened with a touch of brown sugar
And sprinkled with dried cranberries.
I taste it, feel it in my mouth,
The after taste lingering,
The warmth of the room
Even hours after the fire has expired,
Lingering, fending off the cold,
This is what I would call reality,
And I cling to it.
I define life by it.
And I’m incorrect.
It simply means there is another reality
I haven’t discovered yet.
Which is little help right now,
I’m sittin’ here with the blues.
I got them losin’ my grip
On non-reality and lost
My vacation time blues.
It’s raining out,
And I’d rather stay home.
© 12.19.2009 Rob harrison
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Beautiful poem, the contents & lovely style of narration.
Liked the poem & the style immensely.
Reality is this; that I have read this poem just as I am preparing to go for my breakfast, and enticing narration of breakfast in the poem has made me to decide to go for peanut butter from my fridge today, which is neither very common here nor my preference anyway. 
Looking forward to more of your poems for the blues must already have changed the color.
Loved it…
I’d rather stay home, stay grounded and not succumb to reality that may not be reality for reality changes every now and then. We define reality and not the other way round.
Merry Christmas and God bless.
A lovely poem and nice narration
through beautiful lines,dbum ( Rob).
Merry ‘X’ mas and a happy New Year.
@medhini, Thank you! To you as well.
Volunteer firefighter/EMT, student of Kilung Jigme Rinpoche, aspiring drummer, writer/poet, father of two sons living with my beloved here in Langley, WA.
Nice one Rob, I felt the Blues….. so pleased I’m out of England. Good to have another Brit on P4P hope to read more from you. Happy Christmas to you and yours Ray
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Ray Reply:
December 20th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Sorry Rob for calling you another Brit…just read your poems again and noticed your from Langley Usa not the Langley I know in Britain. ooops!
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