Rule of Thirds

This isn't my work. Handwritten note from a friend, John Steinemann. You knew him here as left hand smoke shifter or a true gentleman

January 6, 2013 5 pm (Bench 2 - R.W.)

 

Rule of Thirds

 

Filled coffee mug of the Love-Poem Anti-Respective w/Doll Lips of Powdered, Flavoured Persusion. All Geese in a Row, the river's adjacent tundra is mid-Focus.

 

Rule of Thirds, Dude. I was panic-stricken, the tip of my mind-pencil snapped clean off, save for the 13 deg. angle plateau when you wedge the eraser into said Tundra (Not unlike a straw into a Legume or a potato). If you ever quit blowing my mind, 33 1/3 percent of me will feign surprise. Acute awareness of the juxtaposition of the notes I've second guessed has nurtured your arms into converging passion fruit-vines. Dense as a brick wall, I'm transmorphing into a towel. Woven string in need of an invinitely imperceptible haircut.

 

Rule of Thirds, Man. 5:15 pm

Perhaps a sunset is in order. Perhaps a black cat thaumatung sitting on T-Rex's shoulder. Can scratch a few more optional furrows in the landscape of the page. Perhaps Maurice will patiently coax the snap into a hypothetical corner, stepping in w/rough, wet feet like Mother Nature's child-rearing wingman; dragging it to dullness, instead pulling it to the Bay where another sunset will occur. Langston Hughes is melting into the posture of my heart. I'm weeping now . . .

 

Rule of Thirds, Woman.

Feminism and Mysogeny shake Hands. Bones Break. But which ones?

Author's Note

knowing John, this was just the beginning, there were probably words added, times and dates and places that led to the perfect poem. Pretty happy to share this little bit though.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

thanks for sharing this Ms Burns..I've been smiling all morning.

Remembering that the guidlines of the "rule of Thirds, proposes that an image should be
imagined as divided into equal parts of spaces and lines, that is if photography could be
poetry in this instance of recollection.

Living means you have to miss someone. Usually someone dear.

dana

[Emily B]

pretty sure he came to visit last night, it had to be him

[Corset]

he was born in an era that was not quite ready for him...kinda like Hendrix.

[Emily B]

he's been hanging around this week :)

[Corset]

yeah, I kinda feel that too ..like he's not really gone...

[Emily B]

the conversation isn't finished

[Corset]

I hope it never ends, he has a lot to give still.

[m.s.early]

This is a gorgeous note. Thank you for sharing it with us

[Emily B]

my best friend here on the cafe for many years, and often partner in crime :) to him, the word was a living thing, and it was never more evident than when i found his handwriting so many months after he had left us :)

[m.s.early]

It is very touching that it meant so much to you and you are compelled to keep his legacy vital here. Thank you for your commitment. Sometimes we touch the most unexpected people in the the most unforeseen ways :)