Yesterday I hand delivered resumes to the likes of City Press, Zeitgeist Gallery, Ruby Green Foundation, Squint Records, CCM Countdown, and the Nashville Scene. I interviewed at an artist management company on Music Row. I found a job... for Laurie.

Today, I plan to deliver a dozen more resumes. I’m considering a career in retail... I cannot help but giggle. This is my ridiculous life.

On the way home, I stopped in Portland Brew for a double mocha and sat down to assess the damage and write a poem about the first thing that came to mind.

Escalating Blue, a chorus I discarded last Sunday, ran through my mind. Though I may not keep it this way, I put it with verses I wrote that same Sunday in church. So, this is my offering today, to the critics, the instant memo deleters, and the kind readers are scribblings I wrote:

escalating blues

I rest like a baby in the palm of your hand
and refuse to face the light of day
All those distractions bang on my door
though I have nothing to say
It is two lifetimes from this house to where I came from
So, there’s no going back even when this life is done

Escalating blues
This house is full of escalating blues
and You are green
Today I offer up my dreams
You smile, saying “Life’s not what it seems.
It may look like escalating blue Because you’re green”

I close my eyes as a guitar pulls me along
Surrender of sight, sound and touch
Excuses lie on the sweet tip of my tongue
But they never amount to much
If I sit on the front row and speak of my visions unseen
Will You open a window and tell me what all of it means?

Escalating blues
This house is full of escalating blues
and You are green
Today I offer up my dreams
You smile, saying “Life’s not what it seems.
It may look like escalating blue
Because you’re green”

penny rene'