I discovered a talented poet over at Pemmican Press and have included a sample below. I’m not very good at writing poetry, but she touched me with a subject that is both mundane and ordinary and, at the same time, universal. Especially right now, during such tense political and economic goings-on.
I can see this one from both sides because I’ve been each woman at different times in my life. Thought you might find it as interesting as I did.
Standing in Line Next to The Lady in Pearl Earrings
Yeah, I know, we’re what you’d probably call
Worse for the wear right now, with our scuffed shoes,
The boys’ hair a shade too long on them all
(Jeans a little bit short, though, so please choose
Which one offends you more: too long, too short
We’ve got em both for the price of one today).
Shopping cart full of rice, beans, day-old bread
No organic tomatoes, no line caught
Trout, those things don’t go on sale much, we’ll pay
For some ketchup and tuna fish instead.
When stores like this one have coupons for them
(And even this store, with its wide aisles of
Pastas and wines, this store will up and run
A pretty decent sale on all the stuff
Most of us working poor use: milk, oats, cheese
Orange juice…). Then, we’ll stand right beside you
In line, right beside you, while you wrinkle
Your nose. We’ll take out our big wads of these
Coupons: dollar days! and buy one, get two
And we’ll smile, while you send us looks to kill.
Gave up on the job search, took early retirement, and upgraded my camera. Gas is so expensive that we’ve curtailed any thoughts of travel. My husband and I are both working for Barack Obama’s election so we can get a little relief. Obama will start undoing the damage done by Dubya, but I wonder how many years it will take.
I was pleased with the Friday night presidential debate. All of McCain’s shenanigans during the week leading up to it were so strangely erratic that I wondered what he would do once he took the stage. McCain didn’t look at his opponent, rigidly stood his ground, stubbornly stayed with his old ideas, and didn’t seem to realize that most of the country is tired of war and ready to spend $10 billion a month on something else. Repairing the infrastructure would be nice. Shoring up the education system and allowing teachers to teach children something about art, the teamwork and fun of participating in band, symphony or choir. Not just teaching for “The Test.” Paying teachers enough to attract excellent teachers would be worth more to me than funding golden parachutes for already wealthy New York City chief executives. I could go on and on.
I am so ready for a change. Barack Obama promises to give the Middle Class a break on taxes. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I know anyone who makes over $250,000 a year. Most of my family and friends earn in the 20- to $70,000 range. A few live on less. So I’m ready for someone to trim my taxes and let the more fortunate shoulder the burden for a while. Heck, I might be satisfied if Obama would just get rid of a few tax loopholes. And now that I’m retired, the idea of retirees on a fixed income not having to pay income taxes at all is a lovely idea. I realize Obama’s list of campaign promises will have to be adjusted because of the financial meltdown, but it is definitely time for a change.
One thing puzzles me, though. I don’t understand why Obama being labeled as “cerebral” is a bad thing. Mr. Spock is cerebral. I would think that one would want a leader to be cerebral enough to know what to do in a crisis and cool-headed enough to keep his wits about him when dealing with it. I know I would. We need someone with the humanity and compassion of Dr. McCoy, the brash, bold toughness of Captain Kirk, and the cerebral logic of Mr. Spock. I guess that’s a lot to ask. The more I think about it, though, the more McCain is starting to look like Dr. Janice Lester. You know the one. She wanted Kirk’s job, and the more she encountered obstacles in reaching her goal, the more strident and shrill she became.
I don’t particularly want to drink a beer with the President or call him “buddy.” I want him to have done his homework, to know what’s going on in the world, to be able to deal with the leaders of our allies and our enemies (and to know which is which), and to maintain a peace that allows us to grow and flourish. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t flourished since the Clinton years.
Hang in there. Change is coming….