Saturday, July 30, 2005

Illustration Friday: "Tranquility"

All too often its easy to get into a mindset where your so busy that the mere mention of taking a moment to escape from it all is utterly preposterous, I mean, there's places to go, things to do, work that needs to be done. Those bills aren't going to pay themselves! So we rush rush around like a huge pot of boiling water. Funny thing about a pot of boiling water, eventually the water all turns to steam, and if you let it steam too long, all the water runs out and you burn a hole in your pot. You can always go to the local store and purchase a new pot, but its not all that easy to patch the hole when the pot is you.
I guess what I'm getting at is that every once in a while you need to take a moment, no matter how brief it is, to stop, turn off the burner, check the water level, and add a cup or two if necessary. Surprisingly it doesn't take much to recharge those batteries, if you do it on a regular basis.
For me, it can be as simple as spending a few minutes before going to bed to look up and get lost in the stars, a freshly brewed cup of coffee first thing in the morning, or even one of those moments when you catch your children attempting to emulate you. Anyway, enough preaching, onto the images and prose :)

Georgie Mcnool
Got picked on in school
My how those fellas were mean
But they nearly fainted
In line while they waited
Watching as he ate ice cream

The heat sure was swelting
They thought they were melting
Ther'meter racin in red
But clothing wern't soakin
Cuz sweat was a smokin
quick as it formed on their heads

They waited all day
For jingles that sway
From trucks caryin out the sweet tune
Of mighty relief
Escape from this grief
"Golly, it must be high noon"

Ole kid knew the corner
Where held the treats out for
Anyone willing to flee
From sidewalk fried eggs
And liquidy legs
Quickly he ran with the glee

He got to it first
And felt like he'd burst
With knowledge of what was to come
For with holy treat
Was they who'd be beat
For he'd have relief 'fore their done

So oftway he skipped
While frosties got dipped
Upon his dear tongue so serene
To tranquil the spot
The setting he sought
Def'ly he was a keen bean


Blogger Drazen said...

I really like the colour of the sky.

12:26 AM  
Blogger Fulton Beal said...

Hey drazen, thanks for stopping by! :)

3:50 AM  

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