oh, my, my, my, my, my, my...
where are my pretty words?
they used to glide
down like a silk stocking
on an autumn afternoon
lately, they've been
bunched up like
grandmama's girdle in august
"c'mon girl
lean in and
pull it together"
i shake and struggle
against too much morbidity
and not enough material
a multitude of sins
to be boiled down to
three adjectives
eventually things do come
together bound
and determined
with a tug and a pull
breathe in grandmama
now exhale...
Rene ~ 2010
where are my pretty words?
they used to glide
down like a silk stocking
on an autumn afternoon
lately, they've been
bunched up like
grandmama's girdle in august
"c'mon girl
lean in and
pull it together"
i shake and struggle
against too much morbidity
and not enough material
a multitude of sins
to be boiled down to
three adjectives
eventually things do come
together bound
and determined
with a tug and a pull
breathe in grandmama
now exhale...
Rene ~ 2010
the exhale is always cleansing...not that i have ever worn a girdle but...smiles.
ReplyDeletei am really feeling this one, mama.
ReplyDeleteYep. There is more room out than there is in, so breathe...
ReplyDelete...and I should take my own advice. I feel it, too, my dear.
ReplyDeleteWell, actually, Rene, these are very beautiful words:
ReplyDelete"they used to glide
down like a silk stocking
on an autumn afternoon"
--the just flow.
you do crack me up, btw, how you continually change your blog. hee.
Hope you are well.
Right, on to catch up some and read a few more of your posts here.
Your words are fine, bunched up or not. They are!
ReplyDeleteI'm all about whalebone corsets, myself. And bustles. Definitely bustles. You should see the looks I get.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the muse is stubborn, no doubt about it.
love the simplicity and rhythm in it.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm there too. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeletewonderful words that paint delightfully vivid pictures in my imagination! I think your writing just keeps getting better.
ReplyDeleteIt's the love of writing that covers a multitude of sins. I did love the stanza on the stockings.
ReplyDeleteWords come and light on my desk when they're ready. They flit away when I chase them.
Great poem! Definitely in the top 3 I've read this evening and I reckon I'm on 50.
ReplyDeleteha! amazing analogy! what writer can't identify with this? love it.
ReplyDeleteyou write so many poems,
ReplyDeletewhat brilliant mind you have here..
love the freshness in your style.
http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-birthday-wishes-and-awards.html
ReplyDeleteawards,
pass to 1 to 10 friends..
Happy Weekend!
xxx
hope to see you in our poetry potluck tomorrow...
Very beautiful way with words.. Let go, breathe.. enjoy!!
ReplyDeleteHere's mine:
http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/06/27/fire-inside-the-snow/
All the Best
xox
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-natures-elements-air.html
ReplyDeleteGreetings, friend!!
It is Monday, I sincerely invite you to join us for a Monday Poetry Potluck party, bring in 1 to 3 poem treats to share, and have fun tasting other poets treats.
You will have 60 hours enjoying the fun.
Hurry up, the more you share, the happier we are.
Hope to see you in our party, hurry up, the earlier you are in, the more traffic you get...
to link in, click on the link via this comment, then look at the blue link button at the end of the post, click on the button, have your poem link copy and pasted in the first box, then enter your name, at last your email address...let us know if you need help by leaving a comment under the same post...