PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell
You probably wouldn’t remember
I probably couldn’t forget
The year that shouldn’t have been – but was!
Good-Goodbye 2020! Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out. We are looking forward to the arrival of your rich, handsome replacement – 2021.
You’ve had many of us looking for brain-bleach, to erase an annum which took Mister Jeopardy! – Alex Trebek from us, but gave us COVID19, and a petulant ex-president who won’t admit defeat. We’ll see who Secret Service believes is the real President. tRump may get some 9MM help moving out.
I forecast a warm, rosy future.
Click above to hear The Steve Miller Band sing about Jungle Love.
Steve wrote the song about a girl, but the sentiments could easily apply to the present social and political situation.
But lately you live in the jungle
I never see you alone
But we need some definite answers
So I thought I would write you a poem
The question to everyone’s answer
Is usually asked from within
But the patterns of the rain and the truth they contain
Have written my life on your skin
You treat me like I was your ocean
You swim in my blood when it’s warm
My cycles of circular motion
Protect you and keep you from harm
You live in a world of illusion
Where everything’s peaches and cream
We all face a scarlet conclusion
But we spend our time in a dream
BTW: The whistles that you hear, like the ones in Jackson Brown’s Loadout/Stay are a language all their own, based on whistles used by shepherds to control their herd-dogs at long distances. The roadies (and their boss) need to communicate across large arenas and amphitheaters, where voices will not carry. One short – one long – two short, one long – one long, shrill, sustained screech – these, and a little pointing, all convey information.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.