Dissolving

Sharing a poem today – wrote it last year.

D I S S O L V I N G

As the pixels melted together in a soup of zeroes and ones

mixed with tiny bits of amoebas and dinosaurs,

I turned to my husband and said,

The web is going, dear.

He looked at the screen and nodded twice,

His director-eyes gazing into stage designs not yet created.

“Shakespeare knew this.

The world is a dream, and we are all being dreamed

And now the curtain falls.”

We watched as the screen dissolved

Outside the large windows

The spruces had moved closer, emerald green

Fragrant and filled with grace

The duck pond swelled with pleasure

A red fox stood still

His tail quivering

I watched as the walls dissolved

The skies were alive with blue and orange birds

They screamed and circled our home

As I watched my left thumb dissolve

My beloved took me in his arms and

smiled and said with tremendous basso-profundo-voice,

“It will all go, my love, the Dreamer is waking up.”

He kissed me and we dissolved

Nobody watched

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If you want to share, I am happy if you share my credits

This one seems to be in the state of melting –

Full Alarm – or Not

The joys of electronic doorbells and hearing aids are many I woke up today, sunny weather, new crosswords in the Friday magazine, and a high rhythmic dunk dunk dunk dunk from my new Warm-pump. Automatic panic, then njaee- lets wait – may something fun comes out of this I started instantly reaching out via my cellphone and forms on the Internet for service – and everything just – failed. The forms just laughed at me as I had to do them again and again. And I senses the inner alarm that mirrored the dunk dunk incessantly dunk. So after texting with no answering serviceman and some more fretting, I got curious where that bloody dunk really came from – since it seemed to be from the pumps right side. Then My eyes fell on the electronic doorbell over the door – to the right of the pump. AHA – I remembered that last time the batteries were out, they made strange sounds – but not like this. Still, I got up on a chair and took out the batteries – and there was silence. And the warm-pump had the gall to snigger quite a little to me. So I apologized to it, and we are friends again and one good thing came out of it: the last melody of the door bell has now changed – from the famous melody from henry the eight – Greensleeves ( which takes so much time that the visitors have to wait until it is finished before they can talk to me.) All in all, a dramatic start of the day but hey