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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Snowflakes

Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.

Embrace

Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.

J’s sense of style

She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.

Urban Outfitters

J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.

Improv Olympics

They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.

Chicago

The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.

Traveling with S

She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more

Flu – fire and ice

Fever like a sun
burn – every surface blazing –
yet chilled to the core.

NYC Christmas

Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy

Times Square

The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.