TheRealTamara

Impatient

Nine months has turned into
Well over a year, time in which
Time to which, time for which
I could claim I languished. I did
Not. I crave an answer. A yes, 
Yes much preferred. But a no
Is a simple acknowledgement 
Too. I feel we had a contract. I
Turn over my work, deeply felt
Poems to you and some one of
Your poetry editors says ok or
Goodbye, we'll pass. Good luck.

Holidays

It felt like Thanksgiving came
Early. And then it went. Oddly,
November kept going, and now 
It, too, is nearly gone. Maybe it
Isn't so odd. The season calls for
December to bring winter and
All those endless tiresome and
True holidays. Winter comes 
Acreeping upon us in the midst
Of all this. Squarely at midpoint
In time for a Mid-winter's Night
Dream. Turkeys and fireplaces
Stockings and trees. Ham for a
Christmas dinner or alongside 
Your turkey and on some tables
Lasagna. Side dishes galore with
Stuffing and sweet potato clear
Favorites. Snow? Did I forget to
Count the snow, flakes atop one
Another. Snowmen. Snowballs.
Fall turns into winter. Revelry.

A life, in sum

You are not your memories, although
They tell a story of your life and deeds
Time has traveled with you. You have
Traveled through time. Before and after
Then and now mean less than they once
Did. Time jumbles and connects, past 
And present colliding. In time, it's all
One. Your memories will not define you.

Shimmering

The whole world should glitter like
This. Like it does for us tonight and
Most nights when we pay attention.

Favorites

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

September its lovely autumn leaves.
October. November, let's give thanks.
Appreciation. December gets colder;
It's only warm in front of the fire with 
Stockings hanging. January. February. 
March, it's damp. April then May begin Flowering. June, July are hot but heat 
Heats up in August as summer fades.

Under construction

The corner is throbbing with 
Noise. All of it to do with the
Busy hum of construction. At
One end a too tall for humans
Building is rising. On another,
It's repair and restoration. All
Loud. Some deafening. Drills.
A backup beep. A large drum
Mixing concrete. An engine or
A whine. Ignore it if you can.

Know it all

What’s the first impression you want to give people?

Smart and know-it-all are not
The same nor one-and, but I do
Mix and match them. To be on
The side of one or the other I do
Err in favor of smart-ass. The 
Wiseguy isn't wise, I know it, but
Silly is a disarming pose I chose.

Damned, Amen!

Not believing in heaven nor hell
I am the one who comforts and
Consoles. Fear of eternal [mind
You] damnation does not stir in
My mind or heart. You have to 
Believe to care about that. And to
Fear it as she did. Worry for my
Soul upset this dear sweet little
Innocent. I say religion be damned.
It separates and offers damn near
Nothing in return. Threats or lies
That unbind the ties we made,
That undermine love, friendship.
Damn near nothing in return to
Feed the soul or heal the spirit.
There should be comfort in belief.
It should refresh and bolster us,
Not damn us to such trepidations.
Trauma and fear do not console.

Fame not fortune

Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?

Any fan would recognize them in
A minute, but why are the famous
Famous. For talent, I'm sure, they
Are good at what they do. That's 
Why and where they got us fans
To fawn and pfumffer. Fame can
Flicker like the light of a candle in
The wind. You age and that talent 
Is no longer in demand. But you,
You made your name. Any fan will
Remember you. You are recognized.

It’s personal

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

Shoes can be a luxury item
Just ask SJP in her role as
Carrie. Name brands tend to
The expensive. Sometimes 
Overpriced. In my opinion, at
Least. At best. I do like me a
Fancy shoe, bold but without
Nikki's 5-inch heel. I am all
About flats. Showy, yes, but
Close enough to the ground 
To keep me grounded. Short
Though I am, I seek no height.