Snapshot

I was born in black and white, a measured click, a flash of light.

a captured soul in a single frame, no color given.....just a name.

my palette forged with the passage of time..... deep and intense, pale and sublime.

my success and my sorrow each have a hue.  look at me now, my colors are true.

the image is framed, it passes for life.  a daughter, a mother, a sister a wife.

but colors will fade like day into night. and I’ll leave as I came....in black and white.

The Imperial Fly Swatter

                                                                      The Imperial Fly Swatter

The timing and accuracy I employ when swatting a fly amazes even me.  I always get my “man”!  

But unfortunately whatever talent I have in marksmanship, I lack in force.  Because it seems that 9 times out of 10, the fly doesn’t die!!  He just lays there stunned for a second, and in the time it takes me to grab a paper towel and the 409, he is gone.  He just gets right back up, shakes himself off, and up he goes!  And the worst part of it is, I think I can hear him laughing as he flies away : )