After months of prevaricating and weeks of procrastination, it’s finally up! Click on the picture and head over to Facebook and show me some Cookie love, you guys. ❤
-Your ever lovin’ Cookie Monster 😀
One of the two, every day. But, one of the two, every day.
There used to be a beat,
at the back of my head
A song that went somewhat awry
And the words that used to dance
At the whim of my demands
Decided that they needed to fly
So a-one a-vowel went up,
A few inches ascent
The other three slipped a verse or two
And I told myself no,
It’s internal, not infernal
And well, poems don’t have to
Always rhyme, you’re just learning
Your style’s still disconcerting
so what if the endings don’t match
And fist meets pissed just fine
No serious writer minds
A sonnet that’s slipped off the tracks.
The problem with prose is
It’s more ‘lose’ that rose, it’s
Pretty, but just so wafer thin
And I miss poetry
The kind that sustained me
Verses deep enough to drown in
Of balls and ballads, I
Cannot more defy, my
Visceral need to straighten, organize
These six line limericks, these
Today, this rebellion dies!
So please do forgive me
if my renaissance is clumsy
My syllables are a little slow to revive
But I’m treating this first
This arrhythmia of my words
Because- how else is a poet to stay alive?
Don’t think I’ve turned my wordpress into an Instagram outpost. 🙂
A lot of behind the scenes writing is happening. You’ve stayed with me for so many years, through so many stories. Hold on to me just a little longer.
Dreams are in the works. ❤️
My love to every one who clicked here and stopped by,
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo! For the prompt ‘tell me how to heal’.
Bit of a dark turn, I know. I think it just hit a vein.
And, well, when my personal dictator has been home since a week, it is a bit hard to focus on the good, too.
Any hoodies, tomorrow I shall Endeavour to pick right up again. Wishing y’all a great weekend!
Cuddles and mufflers,