Open Poetry #33 |
A little ditty (for light relief) |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
From the turn of a phrase I spin in guess work down to the basement of “this” then upstairs again to the “that” till into my room with a sign on the door, “Keep out! Analytical Mode!” I search for any old hat, throw it all in, mix it about, and pound out a beat on my temples while doing an Indian dance. Will it rain truth, or thunder a lie, does it matter this side of the town where only weeds grow between concrete slabs of wanting what I cannot have? And the ceiling descends right down on my head broken with the force of rain while thunder roars in heaven above and puts the angels to shame. And the moral is – Don’t ever do an Indian dance in the middle of your bedroom! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
~smiling~ at the ending especially...but I loved this verse: Will it rain truth, or thunder a lie, does it matter this side of the town where only weeds grow between concrete slabs of wanting what I cannot have? just spent the afternoon weeding between concrete slabs... M |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Not such a happy chore but some things just have to be done whether we like it or not. Thanks for the read, Maureen. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"And the moral is – Don’t ever do an Indian dance in the middle of your bedroom!" Actually, I have done that! lol And, the results were profound! Good write! ....jo |
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