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This sonnet has been something of a challenge – in that it is the first poem I’ve written in over three months. Some things been going on in life that just take the stuffing out of you sometimes.
A poet friend of mine, Larry Jaffe, once wrote a poem that all poets connect with. It had no lines, just a title: “I lost another f****** poem in the shower.”
Losing Poems
I lost a poem in the shower today –
as water flowed, it ran right from my mind.
It formed and then the liquid washed away
the verse, leaving no residue behind.
I lost a poem driving down the street –
blanking my mind, the idea began to sprout.
I listened to it, it really was quite neat
but by the time I’d parked it’d fluttered out.
And in the doctor’s waiting room one time
I couldn’t find some paper fast enough
to get it down a pen and catch the rhyme,
my turn was called, it vanished with a puff.
And I’m sure there’s many a poet that has said
They’ve lost a masterpiece, snuggled in bed.
Yesterday I was a gallery docent and gift store clerk at the 29 Palms Art Gallery in – guess where – 29 Palms!
I had a solo show there a couple years ago and this time I entered a painting into the annual membership show. One of the requirements is to gallery sit for a day so off I went.
Something looks familiar here
I’d not gallery sat here before so there was a bit of a learning curve, but there was good documentation for new and rusty docents to follow. When I arrived, a group of the board were doing some envelope stuffing for membership renewals, so I was able to help out there too. Many of the board members stayed through part of my day so I had help.
And I needed it. I had a couple who went into the gift store and chose something to purchase. I had been shown the ropes a little regarding the iPad with the Square on it, and read the manual, but was not prepared for the fact the iPad wouldn’t turn on. It turned out to be a faulty socket where it was plugged in!
There were inevitably a lot of questions I couldn’t answer, but a few that I could. By the end of the afternoon I was a lot more confident of the next time I’m going to be there.
Member’s artwork in the Membership show
The pics are of the membership show in the central gallery. There was also a historical show in the main gallery and a solo show in the west gallery – along with no information about the artists, Reuven Wallach, which didn’t help!
Sorry I didn’t get the pic of the third wall of the membership show, a gallery visitor walked in at that point, then we were busy until closing time.
As ever a pleasure to pass on the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter. Now I have to just think of the best reason for them to visit Salton City on that US trip!
We are having a cold winter, that’s for sure. At least, that’s how it feels. A couple weeks ago at the Art on Main in La Quinta, there’s was no getting warm at all. There is a coffee shop in the center of Old Town which is very good, but the line is always long there. I didn’t want to leave my booth for such a length of time. That’s when you need someone who is a real fan of your work and understands the problems of a freezing artist.
A fan will tell you they love your work. A REAL fan will go stand in line for 15 minutes to fetch you a hot cocoa!
Having been doing a lot of catch up (to where I should’ve been if I’d never gone) after returning, I forgot to put up a link to my Monthly Newsletter yesterday. So now you’re back at the office/gotten over the hangover, you can read it.
The upside of the return jetlag is being up in plenty of time for mornings like these. I lost a little red in those clouds when I went to get the camera, but it’s still beautiful.
Dawn off my back porch – my favorite place.
