…
Focus on the foreground,
and you’ll see that donning
a yellow dress and walking
across the street leading a
leashed goat
is not the same
as writing in your journal,
…………although
the words sometimes bleat
and me
-ander their way
across these white lines.
Perhaps I am a pauper
at heart, the poet
buried deep in hope
and hay and some small
less heinous form of habit.
Perhaps we shall simply loose
them both
………..and begin again.
…
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 7.
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“donning
a yellow dress and walking
across the street leading a
leashed goat
is not the same
as writing in your journal” … I LOVE THIS!
And “me-ander” … and the first “Perhaps …” stanza.
You silly thing, you. I love your poems. 🙂
Because of the title, now I’m picturing two people holding hands as they fall asleep, with one having all these thoughts swirling around in her head, unable to calm them down. And also, the horizontal things one might hold in the hand. Paper, with pictures and words. She’s writing a children’s book. She has to be focused. It’s harder than just letting her thoughts fly, like in her journal. She’s trying to be more disciplined here. At the end, I think the paper’s going in the trash and she’s starting a new draft.
Now the title says, “Horizontal Holdings of the Hummin’ Hand.” 😉
I may have to try it again another time. I woke with sinus issues and was just a grouch.
But Quickly did say go with the flow… so I bleated!
Thanks for stopping by – I like your focus!
Great combo, De 🙂
Well, I was imagining a mother/daughter – the mother having told the daughter to develop the habit of writing in her journal daily – yet the daughter is lax about it, of course, and chooses to pursue other social activities. And so this is from the mother’s point of view… and the ending is perfect, because that is exactly what we are required to do in parenting… loosen our hold on everything we think we know!
This piece is brilliant!! Truly, I love the way you compare the lines to the bleating of the goat…the closing is perfect, the way you free both the goat and the poetry at the end…mmhmm perfect! 🙂