Let marinate over night

A poem
by me. (and that's pronounced "Ah! poe-ehm" not "Uh pom")

I have been pondering many things
(including cabbages and self-appointed kings
--really, truly, I have).
But none of them are fully marinated enough to share.
So you shall have to wait.
A little bit longer.
While I ask (insert artful sigh here)
one more person to, "Please push your chair in,"
NOW!


Please do not be alarmed. That last emphatic bit was not said out loud. The poor dears would cower or laugh in my face. It depends if I wore makeup that day or not.

Perhaps...too much?

"Miss Eye?"
"Yes?"
"I think you should be Miss Black today."
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Your shirt is black, your shoes are black, your ring is black, your watch is black, and your fingernails are black." And with that they walked off contented that they had righted the world by changing my name.

Perhaps too much black?

On to a dumb topic...

Dear Reader(s)
I have been considering changing the name of my blog because of the current political race. I don't want to be connected in any way to those people from that very cold state that builds strange bridges and is sandwiched between to "foreign" countries. What are your thoughts? I'm thinking that I just need to endure until the holidays and I won't have to hear about them any more.