Where is he today?
Why are you still sitting on the couch?
Did you even get dressed?
I thought he was coming over,
Why is your sense of adventure nil?
Hormones are powerful but does the world not lull you?
Why are you so content with such idleness?
Don’t you feel the storm coming?
Don’t you hear the wind chimes angrily tinkling about;
something looms, like a broom just hit the wasp’s nest,
Something is terribly wrong
I feel it coming,
Why don’t you?
A good friend spoke these words to me,
As my insides squeezed inward,
An invisible fist wringing my heart,
My breath dashed away,
“it’s just a drink”
For her it was….Simply, a beverage
For me it was utter darkness lifted,
Painful quietude removed,
I sipped, then I gulped,
The light switched on,
The dark empty room bright with light,
Like a toy room awaiting a sick boy,
By the second glass innocence freed,
Me- a floppy, toy rabbit,
Coming alive, ambling out of the walls,
Add red wine, a catholic priest, a wafer of grape on my tongue,
Demons giggle and rise to the top,
The rabbit is in full swing; Tango, Foxtrot, Lindy Hop,
Eased by smiles flashed her way,
Is it the flaring of the dress that gains approval?
The yearning subsides,
I am skating, gliding on the glass top
Like a figurine on a child’s music box,
Pulled as if a magnet tugs beneath my skates,
A once dormant smile stretches wide
My heart drops out,
If only temporarily,
I am Weightless, buoyant, bobbing free
Wanting for more red anger serum
The people down below
Have been doused for days;
a proper washing…
Where’s the scrub brush?
A little misting wouldn’t do.
The sunshine, a large kindly dose,
Was sent to warm them fully,
To rebirth their kindness,
To widen their eyes….
To the needs of those hurting,
To remind them,
even beauty can be harsh;
Even Blinding at times,
Why did they not slow….to smile at one another?
Why didn’t they stop to splash about?
I didn’t want to pummel them with non-stop rain,
But they needed to be soaked,
Plastered, sopping, cold to the bone
Look up, take note
You are not so alone
I hear Band on the Run,
And see the carpeted brown stage,
I picture years of me bouncing about;
in the ugly golden yellow split level
We called home.
We had so many years there
I am realizing now
staring, looking for more,
meeting your blank eyes for answers,
Is this tease of death enough to wake you?
At least laughter still peeps up
in the clouds of blue
Purposefully and silly, you widen them
your eyes… at me,
you were always funny, always.
You see a whole life of me,
cause we celebrate the same day of our birth
cause we’re January 12ths
Your eyes dip and lull, vacant, then gone
Please smile inside for me, we’re here.
Oh Daddy, if only we had some
Wings…….
WordfulWhimsy 