Dec 27 2007
Twas after the holidays…
… and all through the house (scratch that, make it half nice, half CRUMMY apartment)
creatures remained hidden, (thank goodness!)
as does my smile (OK, honesty check… I can’t hold it back ALL day, it likes to come out!)
as you see I am moody — and energy wanes –
my biorhythm, I suppose, has always been strange.
I can spout out poetry (no, not this almost, kind of, sort of facsimile, well, yeah, this rubbish, too)
or talk all day about anything, whether I know it or not (OK, I don’t do so well on the nots…)
or design the apartment five ways for play,
but if it takes making links or a bit of concentration,
well,
my mind just goes elsewhere to play.
I usually don’t mind, for procrastination comes easy –
but today is one of those days when I want
to get it done (and so was yesterday and three days ago)
but know it will take more effort than I can muster —
and I know this as fact
(and not just pretend)
’cause even the walk through the neighborhood
did not energy lend… though I did redesign
some front yards in my head and then write this dribble
and upload photos… oh, see, one thing I did!
Now, he is concerned, I don’t seem content,
but heck he should be used to these moods (by now)
I’m content as can be about him
(and a few thousand other things)
just impatient for the plotting and scheming I’ve done
to pay off
and for our lonely house in WA to be filled
with happy faces, even if they change everything I’ve done,
the house will then know it has friends…
I’ll stop here, for now, because, as you’ve already guessed,
(make that seen), I could go on forever,
but for your sake (only), I won’t.
Now, doesn’t this make you want to just go back to work
to have conversations with people more sane?
It would me!
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A truly brilliant poem Marcia, I enjoyed every last meandering word.
very nice verse!