Open Poetry #49 |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
The weather is a gray pall of steady rain he wonders if it will stop mid-day .... or not will flurries get serious and turn themselves to deep snow shall he take out the shovel or the snow blower instead or not... shall he go back to sleep or go walking in the woods regardless of the weather, be surprised of what comes or not.... He opens the radio, resolving to himself: if it plays his favorite tune again, that's his cue if the phone rings and it's her strident voice breaking the airwaves if that crow flying over trees will land on his deck if that rabbit will sneak into the empty doghouse today that's a go go, not a no no. life to him is as whimsical as a butterfly's wings emotions so shallow he could float a feather in their depths winning at cards like commanding the clouds to move or stealing gold from the sun's glitter so why not make life's choices simpler...flip a coin be willing to risk everything to the gods who hold his hand that's how his day will be made. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Kinda, sorta go the the message you have summed up here, jjote. Many times in my life I was a coin flipper, heads I this, tails I that . . . I didn't end up famous, nor with a huge bank account, but then, I really wasn't striving for those things. I'm happy living here in the swamps of south Louisiana in The Hovel, writing and reading poetry and an occasional novel . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (01-19-2015 11:45 AM).] |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Hi Jerry, thanks for the read. I guess that's the right attitude, not let these chances we take too seriously. I would like to read one of your novels. Is The Hovel a place or a mansion residence? |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The Hovel is a place. A one-room mansion I abide in. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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