Open Poetry #50 |
Hoot and Holler |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
My husband says I hoot and holler and talk in my sleep. I’m not sure what that is all about. He says I often shout things like, “No!”, “Stop!” and ‘Get out!”. Exorcising demons, I suppose…. The ghosts of dead ex’s have me in their throes. Thank God I rarely remember or wake up in a state, I just hear about it later, I wish his hearing was better, or my words would correlate. Words that may solve the mystery of my anguish, are just junkpiles of gibberish. Apparently I hoot and holler when I sleep. As I’m dreaming deep, it sounds to me as if I’m unwilling to accept defeat taking a stand on my own two feet. Or so I’d like to think. Of course I’m clueless, and my ignorance is bliss. LGR(C)9/16/18 |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Well, I guess having a spouse that's hearing "no, stop, get out of here" is preferable to hearing "yes . . . Oh! yes - More!" Great piece, my friend, enjoyed. j. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes, indeed . . . "ignorance is bliss." ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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