Welcome to The VCR Diaries 2 "MIC"
A Poetic Documental based on The Decks and the Road Novel Series
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Experience MIC! Mysteries in Common.
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Round 6- Cassandra vs. Che "New Laces"
Cassandra- I didn’t bring any blood, sweat, or tears with me. I just didn’t think it so important, but I can hear the silent fire and the burning fury. I’m way past half pass, and there’s only a bit left to be said. Not that it hasn’t been already, but I thought I should put it in my own words. I’m still standing in the same spot. I like it here; it’s hot. And I’m blinded just enough to get through this. After this, the blue turns to green, and the light cuts to black.
New Laces
Ten months of the same predicament,
And eyes start to roll.
Thirty years with the same memory,
And the tongue’s gotten old.
Wee hours,
High day,
After noon,
Doesn’t matter…
It’s the same terror.
I washed the sneaker,
I ripped the socks,
I clipped the toenails,
But I tossed the laces.
A breeze against the neck,
A whistle at the top of a tree,
And a light shining in the distance…
The perfect calamity.
I’m at five miles per hour,
He’s at five point two,
I sway,
His way.
He’s spooky in the shadow,
I’m terrified in the light.
The jersey knit absorbs the fury,
The cotton cools the fire,
All the blue is gone,
And the green is left talking with each other.
Then the wind picks me up,
While the acorn holds him down.
The caution tape is up,
The light flashes,
I’m on my way to work.
The talk is behind me,
The path is to find me,
She knows what she heard,
But it’s empty where she sees.
I appreciate her gesture,
But there’s nothing to see,
And she’s beginning to look like a trouble maker,
Wake her.
Wake her quick,
Before the next day break,
Sunset,
Midnight.
Wake her,
In the middle of the night,
Wake her,
And harness her flight.
In the middle of the fight,
Wake her,
Empower her,
Uplift her…
Before all the fuss is gone,
And the onlookers go for coffee.
Wake her,
Take her,
Shake her…
Out of her dreams.
Che- "New Laces"
I'm the runner,
She's the wedge.
Today I did six miles,
Three bitter,
Three sweet.
Likewise,
Each Documental,
Bitter Sweet.
What we have is mostly sweet.
My white laces are hard to keep clean,
And the blue..
Blurs the red.
Her black wedges are narrow,
The brown ones are cork,
And the others look like glass.
But what we have is mostly sweet.
I run,
I reflect.
She stands,
She deflects.
As long as we suspend better,
And it can't get any sweeter...
What we have is mostly sweet.
Che Exits- The audience stands to their feet. We're two for three. They half proud; half shocked. It's part confusion; part question. I hope that the trap has taught them to hold their questions. It feels like we're just married for the second time. This time we stole the show. My head is high, ironically. Her's is resting on my shoulder. I've handed her my notebook; whatever else will fill its pages will be between her and I. I quietly whisper to her "Thank you"... after all she said yes.
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All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams
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VCR Diaries, Copyright 2018 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights reserved.
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