Chimera 66, #14 Kickoff

“The Crank”

“Slide the handle here; turn the crank there!  The flea-market guy said it would work or I may take it back for full refund.”
“Why buy an antique coffee grinder when there’s no coffee in the house?”
“I like the ambiance it gives my banal, boring, stuffy kitchen…?”
“Why don’t you amble out to our lackluster kitchen and fix some humdrum breakfast?”

coffee grinder

Linking to the HOST

Chimera 66

June 6, 1944
June 6, 1944

Cold shudders, early angst this warm, June day.
For many, it will be our hero’s last.
The heart that wildly beats foresees the fray;
a holding of each breath before
the roar of bullets sting the air.

Among the still-born, glassy eyes of men
who now lie limp upon this beach’s shore,
I see the halted grin; the sigh of children
seeking only love; wanting more.

(write about “angst”: a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish in exactly 66 words)

4,414 (#confirmed) young men lost their lives in the Normandy Invasion June 6, 1944.

“Emeryville”

John remembers the ways of the Ohlone as he digs for oyster along the shore at Emeryville.  Near his dead father’s old fishing shack stood Shellmound Park; a midden of many lifetimes.  A mountain of crusty mollusk fused together rose 60 feet above San Francisco Bay with a dance pavilion atop its summit.  The dance and the park died with the passage of prohibition in the 1920’s.

The Music Maker

 

“The Music Maker”

He played her like an old, worn tambourine;
a frightful, dull man’s musicale.
The thunder from her drum a shallow scene;
a misty, seismic moment from his gal.
The music not enhanced by their dog, Sal
who also entered her embittered howl.
The house reverberates; the neighbors pale
as door and windows rattle from her glance;
as lovely Lynn flew off her Richter Scale.

Hadron Collider-event

The Messenger

I doubt not God’s my messenger and oft
I see him in the whirling colors there.
His message is a gentle love, aloft
and all his voice remembered everywhere.

He is the author of the spider’s way
whose mystic journey often spins astray
unless that force and guide is heard.
He is our stamen stretching for the sun;
He is the unknown spark hid in hadrons.

 stamen