Chaotic Center

Prompt for: Sept 4, 2014
Subject or Theme: Observations From The Unbirthday Chair
You are invited to the WdC 14th Birthday Celebrations but the only chair left is the Unbirthday chair (you were late because of the butter in your watch ~ 2 days late exactly). You cannot leave your chair but you may observe and people may approach you. What happens during your day (and do give some description)?
Word(s) to Include: arrow, courage, spar, mustache (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): balloons, birth, birthday, chair, confetti, party, streamers,(or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: At least 20 lines. Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.


Emails ping: You are late, you're 'late
for a very important date!'
'No time to say hello--
goodbye, I'm late!'
Cell phone note: fix watch.
Siri response, "Due to the fact I am drowning
in a yellow substance,
I cannot make that note right now. Please try
again later.

I am stuck, seated in the midst of humanity swirls,
where words reverberate
and colored portfolios waltz by
speaking in rhymes.
I cannot follow the lines.

"Have courage!" shouts a rendering of a titian-haired friend
who has no problem weathering the slings and arrows
over at the bar of reviews where she tips back a glass of pinot noir
while sparring with a squirrelly bartender.
Someone shouts and a poem blinks, asking, "Who me?"
and a newbie casts some gifted points into the tip jar.

A mustachioed doctor of some repute scatters raindrops
letting them splash into metaphorical puddles at my feet as he moseys by.
Two long vanished friends appear translucently--
muses both of the highest degree.
Across the whirling room, a high arched window appears.
There in the mists of stars and infinity,
a hunter's moon rises, gilding the room in silvery-gold comments.

A gathering of cards: black, yellow, blue, purple, red and white
mingle in abandon, dance in delight,
flashing their hyperboles, lip-syncing simile smiles,
scattering smatterings of well written files.

I want to mingle, but stuck in the eye of calm
I pen, instead, of writing.com.