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I usually read other people’s posts before actually staring my own. This is sometimes a way of sparking some thoughts when I’m not sure what I’m going to write. This morning I read a poem by Carol Congalton at https://adivineunraveling.wordpress.com. Carol always has writings that amuse and she has a fun way of telling stories through her poetry. Go check her out.

The poem she posted today had to do with Matinee Poets. I’d never heard the term before, but it stirred a memory of a time I went to the movies with my grandkids and husband. I think the movie was “Lincoln.” What I saw of it was outstanding. The costuming was spectacularly accurate for the time period. The acting was well done, but I fell asleep during one of the many battle scenes of the Civil War. I’m not sure why. It may have had to do with the fact that I was sitting in a reclining chair that embraced me with heat and comfort. I may have simply tuned out when the guns started shooting and blood was flowing. Whatever the case may be, I fell asleep. That wasn’t bad enough. I started to snore to the amusement of those sitting around me. When I finally was shaken back to reality, my package of Mentos had melted all over my orange jacket. I looked like a Jack-O-Lantern.

Anyway, I promised Carol a poem this morning and here it is.


I once went to a picture show,

With popcorn, treats and drink in tow,

Reclined in leather seat was I,

I thought I’d died and now could fly,

The dreams of sleep soon overtook,

I fell asleep, felt like a schnook,

Around me bombs were falling fast,

I was part of movie cast.

Guns were firing and blood ran red,

I realized I wasn’t in bed,

When woken by a gentle nudge,

I reached around to find my fudge,

Melted into my jacket there,

From that infernal leather chair.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Well done Kathy! We both have experienced the surrealism of dreams at the movies. Hmm, I still practice up on the living room sofa.

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  2. I like how you wrote about reading others posts for inspiration when you don’t know what you are going to write about. I do something similar, I find that when I question myself if I had written a post that God had wanted me to, I read others posts and find the confirmation I need in their writing. Keep up the wonderful work that you do, and God bless you.

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  3. Carol Congalton says:

    I’m so glad it inspired you Kathy! Love your poem and I could just imagine the scene! Thanks for the connect too.

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