She Made of Me a Sea

I am a real tumultuous sea

One wave hits anotherthat’s me

Waves sliding, edge of all the earth

Edge of my childhood, look

upon my birth

 

Whirlpools spinning bide

In my heart and my mind

Icebergs are

My gentlest thoughts

Whitecaps are

The spraying wind that blows

Through my thoughts

 

Icebergs are, just are

In me, and hold the secrets

Of my birth, times not even I

Remember, gone the times

Of sweet November

 

I once rested in my mother

I once talked to her

All night

She sang to me each November

Always sang, her words still ring

God rest her soul

She had to go

 

Now she walks amongst the Angels

Watching watching what’s below

As a child I knew no other

As a man I miss her so

 

There she was in sweet November

There she was beside my bed

She sang to me songs so tender

God rest her soul I’m here below

And I miss her so

 

Once she spoke in fiergy tongues

As she cared for her little ones

Brought me into this harsh life

A little water she poured into me

Now she is a sea

 

She brought me life,

She slakes my thirst, still

I stand within her saltly sea

One day I will too be freed

 

She made me too a sea

Mixed her salt into me

Left me on this rock

To preach and write and teach

Until I drop

 

She left me on this rock

To preach until I drop

She made me too a see

She’s so much a part of me

As I am of her

 

How she worked to make of me

A mixing, churning, life full sea

In the boundaries of my flesh

In my mind are many thoughts

Intertwined in me

Her words are like the brutal winds

That slows into the gentlest sky

And calm the raging storm of me

She made of me a sea

 

In my mind are many thoughts

To many for my words to tell

In my heart is so much love

It’s gone to sleep and lives above

 

I will not approach the deep blue sea

Will not walk up to its shores

I will hear her voice no more

Until I go I’ll say no more

Of the words she dreamed and gave to me

 

I will no more think of her words

Or study her philosophy

No longer will I stand and mourn

Upon the sands and footprints shown

 

She made of me a sea

Now I am the likeness of her love

I am a deep blue sea now too

Within the salt a move and breathe

 

She made of me a sea

And now I am he

 

Donald Standeford

On The Subject of Buttons

this is the prequel to “How a Rip in My Pants Made Me Human again”

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It is a constant chore through each and every hour of each and every day to maintain the viability and positioning of the buttons on my shirt. The button that bothers me most, probably undeservedly, is the button directly above the zipper on my work slacks. In reality I’ve never had a real disaster concerning this pant button. It is on my mind continually though, during my long hours of work and travel. Theoretically this pant button could present quite a problem should it pop. And I suppose this possibility is the stuff nightmares are made of.

If you saw me walk, yeah, you’d say I put on too much weight. I’m in a constant search for good buys on men’s ‘Big and Tall’ shirts. A good dress shirt hides two or three buttons tailored into the very bottom of the shirt in a discrete manner. But in case of…

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On The Subject of Buttons

It is a constant chore through each and every hour of each and every day to maintain the viability and positioning of the buttons on my shirt. The button that bothers me most, probably undeservedly, is the button directly above the zipper on my work slacks. In reality I’ve never had a real disaster concerning this pant button. It is on my mind continually though, during my long hours of work and travel. Theoretically this pant button could present quite a problem should it pop. And I suppose this possibility is the stuff nightmares are made of.

If you saw me walk, yeah, you’d say I put on too much weight. I’m in a constant search for good buys on men’s ‘Big and Tall’ shirts. A good dress shirt hides two or three buttons tailored into the very bottom of the shirt in a discrete manner. But in case of a minor emergency, a small safety-pin or even a well twisted and properly placed paper clip can help attach the two contrasting folds that run vertically from chin to zipper.
If the exact top button of your dress shirt pops off, this is usually considered to be a minor emergency. You can, after all, just leave that top fold unbuttoned until help can be attained.

I find often that although the buttons holding my shirt around the widest part of my stomach often come so loose they hang by a mere thread, these buttons also are not my biggest concern. Sure, the fabric around them often comes so unraveled it’s hard to imagine it not just tearing completely off, button and all. The reality of it though, is these buttons will hang by a mere thread for days at a time without falling off. And the looser these thread-like fibers of my dress shirt get, the easier, ironically, it is to button the shirt without stretching it.

The problem button for me is the button above the very bottom of my shirt. It’s very discomforting when this lowest of buttons pops off the shirt to plunge into the world on its own. If you are by some miracle able to tuck such a damaged shirt in, it continually splits apart right above the middle of your stomach. This allows your t-shirt to show. If you don’t tuck it in, it’s a little less noticeable. But still it affords sometimes a great amount of discomfort.

I find also after fourteen years of marriage there’s a kind of cold war between my wife and me concerning the decaying status or outright dissipation of button integrity. She sews the button back on, and I pop it off. She sews it back on, and I pop it back off. The fact that the buttons ejected in this process are usually different ones has thus far been void as a valid defense for me against the accusations of excess button damage.

I have no doubt that the constant stress of dealing with button tension issues has affected not only the stability of my love life, but my job as well. I find that unbuttoning my shirt when at home helps. At times I might also exercise the more extreme option of removing my dress shirt completely. These are two very simple yet effective steps available to anyone to prolong the viability of a button’s mechanical function, and, of course, its adhesion to the flap of the shirt.

Donald Standeford

 

Here’s the link to the exciting sequel of this article

https://donaldstandeford.com/2018/11/08/how-a-rip-in-my-pants-made-me-human-once-again/