Ohhhh. What does that pay?
the people sometimes say
when I tell them I’m a poet.
I wish I could show them
my extensive hyphen
collection, or a
thousand and one ways to de
-scribe the sky, but
usually I just smile, allow
the corners of my mouth to be
their own parentheses,
and quietly count the syllables
of my own laughter.
prompted by margo.
(chuckling…. ) de – scribe I love this. Such fun.
Reminding me again I still have a long way to go 😉
Ah. Don’t we all.
Ah, love this one!
Hah! I love the last stanza. I can see you… and me!
The answer to that question is….. satisfaction and a touch of pride sometimes. I read a quote once that said there is no money in poetry, but on the other hand there is no poetry in money. ha
I love this quote, debi. I had a little poster once: 10 things to make besides money. Not at all surprisingly, I loved all of the suggestions (love, art, due, amends) more than I like money. 🙂
sounds like the response I get from my husband when I tell him, “I won” a poetry contest…deflating…if i were an inner tube. but i’m more of a dough-nut…without the dough. eat me, i should say. lol
Priceless and immeasurable, inde-ed!
What a rude question anyway.
I like imagining your vast chest of hyphens piled up on top of all your sky metaphors which covers up every single variation of the word blue 🙂
🙂 Thanks, Love.
This is SO great!! I laughed out loud with the truth and the brilliance of your collection of hyphens and the parenthesis smile…syllables of laughter but what brought the awe was the way you included one of the real meanings for writing poetry for free or otherwise, “thousand and one ways to de,” ways to de…perfect!! Thank you for sharing you through your words… ♥
Lovely. Wonderful. Yes, there are rewards other than money!