Author Archives: EKT Writes Poetry

The Interview

I was walking around with nothing to do when my phone rang. It was a surprise to hear the voice on the other end.

“Hi. What are you doing?”

“Nothing really. What about you?”

“I just had a job interview and I’m waiting for the next round.”

“You mean like boxing?”

“Well, no, not really. It is when they do a second interview.”

“What? A second interview. You mean they didn’t hear the first one?”

“Ah, no. It is an interview so they can get to know the candidate better.”

“Oh. Hm. Why don’t they take you out for dinner instead and have a few drinks? Wouldn’t that be better? Relaxed atmosphere, casual conversation.”

“Well, that’s not really how it is done. Not a bad idea, though.”

“I just don’t think I understand the process. I think boxing might work better. They go ten rounds, I think. That would really help to see if the candidate is up to the task.”

“Maybe. I think sometimes a candidate might feel beat up after an interview so maybe they have some similarities.”

“I’m not going to interview anymore. I had interviews but never had a second round. They decided after the first punch. Or, I mean interview. Maybe you should take gloves with you next time. That way, when they say it is time for the second interview, you will be ready with your gloves.”

“I think you are a little confused. They usually just talk during an interview. They don’t use boxing gloves.”

“All I know is sometimes I would rather punch someone than to answer their stupid questions. They could just take me out to dinner and have a few drinks.”

“Yes, you said that.”

“I’ll send you some boxing gloves.”

When Courtney Sings

Courtney Hadwin Singing Her Own Song

I listen to Courtney sing and it all busts loose

She dances and moves like a wild little goose

The last time I heard her, she had written her own song

And, sang it so well with a voice super strong

She is an inspiration to many for sure

I hope she will continue to also be demure

From all that I see, she is young but so dynamic

An amazing young person who performs quite dramatic

Please don’t change! Your mannerisms are right

Watching you perform is just a pure delight

Lana is an Artist

As I walk in, I can see her smile

She is busy working, she is using a file

She takes time to greet me, so I feel quite good

She wants my business, that is understood

But, beyond her practice, is her very kind heart

Her smile is constant from the very start

Her work is excellent so I will want to come back

She’s an artist at work, she keeps on track

I watch her closely as she carefully works

Taking time for details as the next customer lurks

I love her work ethic, she aims to please

She speaks with an accent, sometimes she does tease

When she’s finished with me and it’s time to depart

I know I’ll be back for another work of art

The Gardener

It peeks out of the ground, slowly raising its head, looking for the sun

The slim body is not strong, but it moves up anyway

The warmth of the sun feeds it, helping it to grow

It is amazing to see the change from day to day

It is much like a new-born calf, who, when born, seeks the mother

Or, a baby chick, who knows to start pecking for food on the ground

But, it’s a plant and it has a different need for its life

It needs a gardener to tend to it and keep it sound

The gardener who waters it, gives it food, makes sure it grows

The gardener, carefully watching over the plant like a nurturing parent

The gardener, who shares the garden with whoever walks by

The gardener who grows anything, with knowledge inherent

What is best about the garden and the gardener

It’s the fresh produce available every day all year around

The plants vary from season to season so there is always choice

The choice to walk through the garden, and create a feeling profound

The writer grows words and the gardener grows plant life

There is mutual respect for the pen and the green thumb

Both the gardener and the writer share with others

Sharing an insight into that from which they come

A Heartbeat for the Heart

“I’ve been reading the poems. And, realize that they are an invitation to become submersed in a purpose as part of a greater vision. Never ending with their own rhythms. So, the reading becomes more of a heartbeat for the heart?”

My vision for you is not what you see

The vision is clear but only to me

When I read what you wrote I feel content

That the time that I write was time well spent

For much of this writing, the brain to depart

Because the writing is really a heartbeat for the heart