Rags to Gold

RAGS TO GOLD

“Mr. Carter; you things are ready,” a now millionaire hears his housekeeper says to him as Mr. Carter is in his bedroom preparing to go on another cruise the many perk Mr. Carter has been enjoying since the time he was discovered to be one, exceptional poet. After thanking his housekeeper reminding him; Mr. Carter aka Jeffrey Carter or simply Jeff by his well meaning colleagues of poetry will cell call for his limo to come to his penthouse followed by Jeffrey Carter riding to the international airport in New York City. New York City, name of the world’s most metro likes cities really do not sound to strange to Jeffrey maybe because of his rise to instant like fame since Jeffrey is now a bona fide poet. It all started when Jeffrey Carter had lost his joy only to live in several hotels around the Big Apple as well Jeffrey had to work to keep up with the payments to pay his rent then one lonely Christmas Eve while Jeffrey was spending one of the it seems enjoyable times of the year, he had taken out a piece paper and while sitting in a chair at the desk the furniture inside the one hotel room he was staying besides a bed; Jeffrey Carter had penned out poem entitled; Ode to my Rose. “Has it been that long?” Jeffrey muttered to him as he wrote one stanza after another one until the poem was completed one he wrote about a long, lost love. When he writes down the last stanza at the moment Jeffrey had seemed to had arrived for a lost of words mostly the ones he needed to write also rhyme.  Before Jeffery knew it the next day had arrived and now while still sitting at the desk the bright, Christmas day sunshine filtering into the window of his hotel room; Jeffrey Carter will remember if he is to win a certain contest solely for poets then Jeffrey as soon as the holiday is over; he must mail off the poem signed, sealed and owned by Jeffrey Carter. As the weeks went by; Jeffrey will asks the front desk receptionist in regards to any mail Jeffrey could have received on a certain day and she would always tell Jeffrey; “Mr. Carter, not today,” however one morning those “not today,” will turn into something more spectacular for Jeffrey.

“Oh Mr. Carter; I have a letter for you,” the front desk receptionist had said to Jeffery after he walked into the hotel’s lobby after she hands the letter to Jeffrey, the now soon to be new poet on the block will open the letter when after Jeffrey walks to his bedroom and as he is reading to read the letter out comes a check for fifteen hundred dollars. I’ve won. There is a new difference in my life, Jeffrey thinks however the more poetry Jeffrey will writes all alone in his hotel room the more monies the new poet on the block will have to bank. As he is now riding in his limo; Jeffrey will thinks in regards to a highly, recognizable prize he won for his first book of poetry and yet; Jeffrey Carter dedicated the book to a woman, he had loved at one time the one woman, who is the subject in the poem Ode to a Rose.

“We are here Mr. Carter,” the driver of the limo says now the driver will step out the limo walks over to the passenger’s side and now the driver opens the door to allow one of the most talented poets of New York City to step out so Mr. Jeffrey Carter will board his jetliner. While flying in the skies in a first class jetliner, Jeffrey will thinks more poems to write maybe poems of persons struggling while in the midst of love, struggle, and newfound beginnings for their lives. As he sips one flute of the champagne while sitting in his reserved seating; Jeffrey will lift out his writing pad also his pen the two items the poet nowadays takes along with him since his newfound success as one new poet on the literary block.  Even though Jeffery has thought of new themes to write in regards to his poetry all sudden Jeffrey will not understand it seems as if he is at a loss for words mostly the fluid like ones those particular words have made Jeffrey Carter famous. Staring down at the blank sheet of paper in his writing journal suddenly Jeffrey will hears the pilot’s voice over the intercom the jetliner has arrived at the international airport in Los Angeles. As always whenever Jeffery has to travel mostly for speaking engagements because of his literary endeavors; there would always be a car there waiting for Jeffrey as soon as he boards off the jetliner at the moment as he is riding to now an upscale hotel if only for a week the poet on the literary block still has no fresh flow of words for the stanzas for his novel collection of poetry. Following a valet at the hotel to assist Jeffrey with his luggage to the poet’s hotel room as soon as Jeffrey is settled the first notion he will do is get ready to head off to a convention hall for a new gathering of writers, also poets. The words will surely come to me later, Jeffrey thinks when after he has prepared to ride to the convention hall by the time Jeffrey arrives it looks as if his taxi cannot find one space so the poet may step out and walk into the convention hall. When the taxi finds a parking place followed by Jeffrey stepping out the car it will not be long before he is recognized because of his beard shaved only enough also his well formed, ebony face and his eyes that dart likes a hawk’s. Besides his success as a poet; Jeffrey always thought it most in regards to his fans of Jeff's poetry; he never turns down anyone, who wants Jeff's autograph. After the signing the autographs; Jeffrey Carter walks into the convention hall amid the hodgepodge other writers also poets. As usual during those affairs; Jeffrey will find him engrossed in conversation mostly with other poets as he is talking to a man, who had stayed in England as well studied at Oxford all a sudden Jeffrey will be approached by a woman, who looks all too well known.

“Jeffrey Carter?” She says as she looks at the poet now Jeff is almost speechless because she does appear very familiar. As he listens to her say of how she has missed Jeff and now the two old, familiar friends will talk also laugh throughout the meeting at the convention. When after the get together; she will bid Jeffrey a good-bye and maybe she will catch up with the poet, however Jeff will does one act. He will passionately kiss the woman, he recognized at the get together as soon as Jeffrey arrives to his upscale apartment followed by the poet undressing way before Jeff returns home to New York City his journal almost runs out of paper because of the words once frozen in his head before he arrived to the west coast is now all on paper ready to be published.