poem: Bashert

                                          Bashert    

I’m awake, he posted.

Is anyone ever?  one replied.

Prove it, typed another.

Nihilist!  A graphic cry followed by exclamation.  

That reply arrived late in the morning during a coffee break

Someone’s big word for today.  :-)

Awake is a big word, someone ventured.  Full of potential.  

A female name accompanied by

the image of an arched foot stepping away in sand.

He traced the curve of it, the name and the foot, 

wondering if they 

could be a matched set.

heart

Some rooms smell of solder today even though no soldering was done in them.  This was my project over the brief Mardi Gras holiday and this weekend.  

On first inspection, it lit up half way, I worked on it a little bit and got this far.  Now, it is back to lighting half way.  (Less than that really)  I made the mistake to trying to re-solder after watching a video to see how it should be done.  No doubt, I broke a circuit somewhere or overheated something.

My defective heart, I called it on facebook.  It does not blink (beat) as advertised and every LED does not light.  It’s the best that I can do for now.