Day: September 4, 2018

“This moment, this year, this time is not easy. It’s not for the faint of heart.”

~ thereluctantpoet

Art of Quotation

Mr. O’Rourke has been attempting the Texas equivalent of walking on water — winning statewide as a liberal Democrat — without yet losing his balance. There is bipartisan consensus, including from Mr. Cruz, that Mr. O’Rourke could actually prevail in November — maybe — if the blue wave crests just so. And now, 15 days into a 34-day road trip, Mr. O’Rourke was 50 miles from another disarmingly large crowd in a typically red county, primed to cheer his calls for brash progressivism deep in the heart of Trump country.

New gun restrictions. Fifteen-dollar minimum wage. Marijuana offenses expunged from arrest records.

“This moment, this year, this time is not easy,” Mr. O’Rourke thundered once he reached the stage, by turns swearing playfully in two languages to make his case. “It’s not for the faint of heart.”

But why not try? This is Texas, he reminded them. Or it can…

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The Last Hurrah

~ thereluctantpoet

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The monsoon is having its last hurrah

Before relinquishing stage to much awaited autumn

It arrived quietly

No drum rolls of thunder

No flashes of lightning

No rushing of clouds

It started hesitatingly

A bit unsure of self

A gentle drizzle

Testing notes

Then gradually it warmed up

Gained strength

The drizzle turned into a downpour

Steady, stacatto beats

Drenching every being

In its upbeat notes

The melody enrapturing the soul

For the finale act

Darkest clouds gathered

Lightning flashed

Thunder clapped uproariously

Creating a symphony oft heard

But with fresher notes every time

The trees bowed to its masterful display

The nature dressed in its Sunday best

Stood up for ovation

At the dying notes

As monsoon bowed out gracefully

The heart thirsted for encore.

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