Day 27: World Oyster

She said yes for one reason, One
to study disappointment in D- minor.

She said yes for one reason, One
to study disappointment in D- minor.

And to see the view from shore- the one
well painted, with the face of each fate
laying down another card, one for each life
transecting this point by location

temperament, desire, or demon,
manipulation and choice of poison
-with a pinch of folly passed off as

karma. High stakes, each calling the play, as
stoic bluff or confident intimidant as fates
do so violently well. And she said

yes to see them writhe. Those dated fates, gods
bygone, almost forgotten, because everyone knows
even gods relinquish, but more important, she knew
that now, nothing would disappoint, no matter the stupid words to

pour from your mouth; the hype, self-indulgent drivel, the same
stories you tell city after city, smile after smile,
ear after ear…

yes, she said, spitting out sand grains
blown in by an eastern wind, enabling
a lyric, ending a very old song-

“She may not have had an ocean view
But she could hear the beach when she kissed you-
And when the world is your Oyster-
Just a little will do.”

Prompt: I wrote this thinking of all of the fake people in the music business. How you have to “take it with a grain of salt” and decide not to be affected by any of it. It can take work- but no one else is in charge.  Falseness and egos are everywhere to some degree, and we can take the grain of sand for what it is, tuck it away, and make a pearl out of it. (Don’t burn any bridges!!)  I didn’t realize how much it all bothers me until I started writing: I intended for this poem to be very short. 😉
It all reminds me of the Zora Neale Hurston quote:
“I do not weep at the world; I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

Sand (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)


Author: tara linda

musician, poet, art and jewelry-maker

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