"I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write."
I always keep a few
river stones in my pocket
in case I feel
the need for a swim coming on or should
laughter finally jump out the window - it seems to have played me visit
posthumously, presenting a drawer
of unpaid tickets - and a reincarnated chart for embarking
on baby steps (I am in love again with living, quoting
lines out of my own books, experiencing rain falling in my water glass) today...
it was a set up, of course I failed all
twelve steps - "F'd " them all - no joke here, no love
lost - me, I filled in the top lines, cut my own flags of surrender out of them
signing my own treaty of verses sighed..."quote this," I said,
"everyone is ENTITLED to get the mean-reds" Thank you Truman dear, Thank you for that..
besides who remembers
the living - or those in possession of verbal continence
who in "H..l".... actually remembers mama between meals....
I feel a real need for "A Room of My Own"- can not
find it here among the living, laughter's untimely
death has heralded a vacancy
for a female prophet, I have sent over my resume....
Posting for the One ShotWednesday: One Stop Poetry and
Poetry Pantry at Poets United