The Search for Truffle Dust

Welcome to my world of journals!

Here I am, stretched out

among all my journals.

I'm reading excerpts,

 smiling at how I’m

the same old person

but even older!

I remembered that I had

started a pencil sketch

 of a jar of Truffle Dust

I’d been drawn to in the

Kroger Spice section.

After looking through

several journals feeling

frustrated, I remembered

I’d written a poem.

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Looking for Truffle Dust

All morning she’d been searching

through old journals

for that half-finished sketch

of a jar of Truffle Dust.

On the way she read about

the death of an old friend,

how her sciatica had flared up,

how her car wouldn’t start.

She turned a page

and read about the frustrations

of not living up to her own expectations.

She read about wanting and needing

something like Truffle Dust

to magically change her life.

Then she drew a rainbow.  

~ ~ ~

Writing often relieves 

anxiety and frustration,

because when I start writing

I can often write myself out

 of a dilemma.

~ ~ ~

I did find the sketch.

~ ~ ~

Then I remembered

 a poem I wrote earlier

about a little girl

back in the 40s

wanting a “magic” answer.

~ ~ ~

That 50 Cent Dream

For 50 cents and a label

she could soon be one of an

inner circle who knew

Captain Midnight’s secret code.

The enticing radio announcer

 said that the badge
had a tiny mirror

to check for enemies

 behind her.

For 50 cents and a 
Peter Pan Peanut Butter label

she could wear a magic ring

with a tiny ball point pen

in it’s “glow-in-the-dark” base.

Oh, the thrill of seeing

Sky King’s Flying Crown Ranch

insignia stamped on top.

For 50 cents and a label

she could show her own

movies on a wall

with her mail order 

movie projector:

a tiny black plastic case,

two film strips,

a little handle you cranked,

a flashlight bulb glowing

behind the thin film loops.

Oh, the magic,

the power and glory,

a child could have

for 50 cents and a label.

She is still living on that

 50 cent hope,

that soon all her dreams

will come true, one day

when she least expects it,

the mailman will show up

 with her prize.

~ ~ ~

What have I learned

about this search for what? 

Happiness, fame, love,

certainly, not money.

I've discovered that 
in my wisdom years

I’m merging into being philosophical,

living in both/and land!

That balance of opposites.

The stillness of a

drop of melting snow.

The audacity to create a

Truffle Dust Logo.

Stay tuned . . .

and keep those cards and letters coming . . .

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