Next Generation

Thirty-Something in 2015

We are so different.

you want a shiny new penny

and we like the old Indian head penny 

have you ever seen one?

did you ever look at the coins

and marvel at the old dates?

We created the technology

to which you feel entitled

to which makes your world spin 

yet you scoff at the mainframe

and laugh at the giants' shoulders 

on which you unwittingly stand

Our fathers fought for our freedom

and we were aware

and we were thankful

and all that our fathers gave us

we were thankful

as we had eyes to see 

the needs unfilled of so many

and we were thankful for all we were given

But you - you want the shiny new kitchen

and the Jacuzzi bathtub

and the chrome facets

and the granite counters

and shiny new floors.

So much beauty in the old

that you are missing

in your plastic

Disney cartoon world.

(c) Glenda Kotchish

May 28, 2015 

The Encounter - A Short Short Story

The Encounter

She spoke quietly and slowly, looking directly at him.

“It’s not you.”

“It’s not yours.  It doesn't pertain to you – at all”.

Whatever it is that I’m feeling is me, mine, belonging exclusively to me.”

She took a breath and continued.   “This is how the world communicates.   The words may be directed toward you and seem to be for you – about you – and even the pronoun “you” and sometimes your name will be called out amidst it all.  But, understand, it is not about you”.

Another breath - “It is hard to understand that which is being said.” 

This is how she began the conversation with him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but she moved close to him and raised her index finger. She placed it to his lips – almost touching.  “Shh – don’t speak” she whispered.

He was startled.  He did not know her and so he took one step back in the tiny elevator.

She held his eyes with hers and placed that same index finger on her lips.

“Shh, not a word, please”.

The elevator doors opened and she turned around and stepped out.   She walked away without even a glance back.

© Glenda Kotchish

5/11/2015

Anna on Mother's Day

Anna on Mother's Day

Anna blew in town

today

she's kind of moody

one minute all sunshiny

the next - all dark and stormy eyed

tear drops flowing

then everything's fine 

"it was nothing really"

it's  all blown over

and now  ... she's blustering about

again.

She moans

that she stuck in a rut

...our unfortunate rut it seems

She insists

it's because 

"I'm tropical".

(c) Glenda Kotchish

April 9, 2015

Ocean Isle Beach, NC